I don't need fireflies and stardust. Or goblins in trench coats and a fairy godmother. What I do need is the rawness of it. The you,that's beautiful and vulnerable and soft hearted and kind. The you that takes the plunge to show me how you truly are. The imperfect you,that's a human with innumerable flaws. Flaws and scars which makes you. Which makes me love you all the more. That's what I need. Not a fairytale. But reality.