You were never really interested in the real me, Perhaps you were enamored with the idea of who I could be.
“Could she be a dancer, a painter, or a combination of both? Perhaps I can still get to her through her season of growth. To prove it to her, I’ll swear myself under oath.”
After months of not paying you any mind, I decided to give you a try.
A decision I would later regret. But a memory I can never forget.