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.