“I don’t want to become the person who gives someone everything good in the world just to take it away. I don’t want to eradicate your darkest fears just to create new ones. I love with a child like love, it is unconditional, it is pure, you could hurt me and I’d still look at you like you put the stars in the sky. But like every child I am growing up and seeing both the light and the darkness of the world. The darkness has made my heart become guarded and caged like the adults of a fairy tale. So now I still hold on with the child like love, hoping that when my happily ever after walks in the door they won’t be holding the knife that stabbed me in the dark the night before. But time and time again it turns out my happily ever after is just an ugly witch in disguise, trying to get me to bite the poisoned apple. So I have a habit of letting go a little too late, but just soon enough to avoid the spell and it turns out the Wicked Witch of the West has feelings after all, but I only ever see them when she falls. They always fall and it’s always my fault. I loved too purely, I gave too much, it was too easy. So, in turn I become the person that you can’t get over and two years pass by and I’m still the definition of love in their eyes and it breaks my heart because for once I choose me. I see carriages instead of pumpkins, ball gowns instead of rags, and midnight is approaching and I choose the hand with my glass slipper and not the one with the mask. I don’t want to be the person you never got over but I didn’t want you to be the reason I hated life. So maybe we always become the people we didn’t want to be before we die.”