My darling, don't settle for me
She was the once-upon-a-time little girl who slept all night in her back garden, that frightened child that hid within this adult body, was going through a magical, yet somehow unrealistic time in her life. She was happy. But was she really? Of course...Rory was...interesting to say the least, but the life she'd chosen to lead wasn't turning out to be so bad. She had her soon-to-be-husband, that oh-so-devoted fiancé of hers who'd do anything, risk anything for her, and yet her mind still occasionally wandered in the direction of that time lord, that magical man in the big blue box who fell into that impossible swimming pool on a cold, dark night. The same man that left her alone in the dark, the silence, was the same man that didn't return to find her. Sometimes, although surrounded by that magical, brilliant life, she did resent him, get angry at him for what he did, but then again, he was a special man. He fixed that crack in her bedroom wall. He took away the scary monsters under her bed and let her sleep in peace, and for that, she had to thank him. Rory was, of course, a wonderful man. He cooked for her, washed for her, gave her foot rubs, ran her hot baths when she returned to their crammed apartment, held her close when she remembered the man who betrayed her, and through all of that, through the tears and tantrums and shouting and hitting and throwing things and more crying, he still stayed with her, because he had loved ever since she blew the candles out on his birthday cake when they were eight, without his permission. He would've gotten angry with her, but everything she did made him weak – he let her get away with everything.
But that was gone now. No more fairytales.