Evil Stepsisters, Witches and Letting Go of a Fantasy

Fairy tales happen but once upon a time and in a land far far away. When it comes knocking at your door, in this time and place, well, it's disorienting. The perfect prince in your doorstep. And there you are, a maid, in emotional or physical tatters. Hardly the beautiful princess-in-waiting, where with a flick of a twig, a change of costume and you're suddenly the fairest of them all.
When it happened to me, I had no fairy godmother nor could I talk to rats and birds and so I faced the prince in my scullery maid costume. I looked more like an evil step sister and now I'm not so sure if I read the casting right. But there we were, him and I.
I thought it was a fairy tale. We had our moments.
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I thought I could talk about it now. But as it turns out, my metaphors are mixed up and I can't really go on.
Suffice it to say for now that for the longest time I thought we had something going but then I realized that it was all in my mind, my imagination, my dreams and at times, my nightmares.
So I'm finally letting go of the balloon's string. And I'm watching it fly away from me. Into the heavens, the stars, the celestials, where I thought I resided.
Fly away from me little wing. Fly towards the heights of your dreams.
Never come back. Because when you do, I might not be able to let you go. I might lock you up in a tower. Or maybe the scullery maid and the prince, maybe they could really have a happy ending.
But for now, go. I hope to never think of you again.