he's never coming back, is he?
He left me here and he's not coming back to get me.
I'm now too old, too fat, too full of responsibility. I'm all out of pixie dust and happy thoughts.
I'm not the whimsical girl I once was. I was forced to grow up and take care of my family once he put me back in bed. Now he'll never come back for me.
He gave me a taste of what I always wanted- adventure. I'll never be satiated again.
I wear this shirt just in case he comes back and doesn't recognize me. My face elongated, my curls straightened out. But if only he would just look into my eyes he would see that I really am the girl I once was. Cross my heart.