It was not your honesty that flamed her heart,
nor your belief or even the love you had for her.
It was your deceit that opened
her eyes, it was your disbelief that gave fuel
to her soul and gave her the wings to fly. The emptiness
created by you gave her a void to fill,
the pain left by you, gave her wounds to stop
and be healed. If it were not for your deceit,
she would never have found herself. As for your love,
that was the only proof she needed, that fairy tales
can exist, even if only for a moment in time.