FLUMMOXED

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.