all the stories

make it sound so beautiful;

picturesque

and spontaneous.

he throws rocks at your window

and whisks you off into the night...

they're all wrong

and we pretend to know it

but she'd be lying

if she said it wasn't cute.

we all would be.

but they're stories

and only that.

fictional, fake,

a mere fantasy for all the helpless romantics

(such as myself).