May 19th, 2002 - 4:05 a.m.

An archetypal damsel in distress.

�I'm so tired, of playing, playing with this bow and arrow. Going to give my heart away, leave it to the other girls to play. For I've been a temptress too long. Just... Give me a reason to love you. Give me a reason to feel like a woman. I just want to be a woman. From this time, unchained. We're all looking at a different picture. Through this new frame of mind, a thousand flowers could bloom. Move over, and give us some room, yes? So don't you stop being a man. Just take a little look from our side when you can. Sow a little tenderness, no matter if you cry. For this is the beginning of forever and ever.�

I sit here, wishing I had someone to sing that song to. But I sincerely doubt that I shall ever find one to love more than myself. Yes.

Tonight, she does not want to be worshiped, just loved. Loved wholly and unconditionally. For all her vices. All her standoffishness. All her frailties. All the times her heart breaks. All her faults.

For nothing to matter. Nothing to stand in the way.

But honestly, who would dare to take on such a monumental task?

N.

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