Female portrait
I was hesitant at first when you came close to me,
frightened to the fact that the person you imagined me to
be might not match to the individual you were about to
discover. Frightened, startled, terrified, my poor little soul
died a thousand times before you could even get a
glance of it. It kept destroying itself before you could
witness it. Flummoxed by the thoughts of distrust, agitation,
longing, and fear of losing something so crucial to it, fear
of losing something it never had before.