I can’t talk about the frizzy-haired girl I knew since I was in diapers. The girl who opened my eyes to make-believe lands where monsters could be slayed, and dreams could be reached with the flick of a hand. The girl who would one day introduce me to the boy standing in front of me who made me believe just for a second that happily-ever-afters could be found outside of books. This boy who’s now nearly a man, and represents everything I never wanted to face.
