Because it's true

No, my love. It's not the way you turn a deaf ear to when I speak. I've realised that you do listen. You just pretend not to - What we have is a little bit of a fairytale.

No, my love. It's not the way you don't find me witty - I've learnt that our senses of humour are different.

And no, my darling. It's not the way you pick on my flaws - I've understood that you love me despite them.

What we have is a part of a story,

a taste of a slightly star crossed romance,

mixed in a half written sad song

written on pages with blue ink,

carried away in the wind.

It's beautiful,

it's a little broken,

but it's strong enough

to stand on it's own.

Just like us.