a different dream

'Why must you go?' he asked, watching her as she walked away.

'I must leave because love should never be so tough. I must go because when you're with me, I am somewhere else. I must let go because my dreams tell me of a different tale.'

'But how can you?' he pleaded; he saw that she was calm, confident, so quaint.

'I can leave because I know that love can be easy. I can go because I was never truly here. I can let go because I've dreamt a different

dream, my own fairy tale.'

and off she went.