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We grow up. Sooner or later. We just have to. No matter how much we want to stay the same and stay in our magic world... We grow up. We get smarter than to believe in fairy tales. We outgrow magic. We stop waiting for that chick-flick type of love to come around.

I used to be a dreamer. I can't say I'm not one now. But now my dreams are a little bit more... down-to-earth. More tame. And instead of flying around in clouds, I learn how to come down and start walking. Because flying only works in little children's dreams and books. And I live in neither of those.

So I'm a big girl now. I understand. I understand your words, your mindset. Not all of it, of course, because that would require a full knowledge of who you are and it would be a shameless lie to say that I know you. But I understand. And this understanding is part of my growing up. I can't say it's pleasant. I guess it always feels better when things turn out the way we want them to. But I know I need to grow up. I need to learn to keep my heart under my head. I need to learn not to give myself away too soon. So many lessons ahead.

So I'm coming down this time. I'm coming down from my high fortress and I'm beginning to change. I'm growing up.