In due time

I didn’t care how much baggage you had.  Emotional, physical, spiritual.

I saw you as pure, innocent, bare.

I didn’t care how strong you were.  Emotionally, physically, spiritually.

I wanted to protect you forever.

See, I didn’t care.

Because you were my beloved little girl.

But now you’re all grown up.  Maybe I’m just attracted to broken things.  You said that nobody wanted a broken doll anyway, but I wanted to fix you.

That little girl is gone, but at the same time, the little boy who loved dinosaurs and toy cars is too.

Maybe this is a eulogy for us both.


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