I am done being the girl you marry.
I only want to be the one who got away.
I am the girl you think of twenty years from now.
I want you to wonder about me,
think fondly of the good times we had.
I don’t want to be the reality girl.
I just want to be, for a little while, your fantasy girl.
Think of me that way;
forgive my faults and imperfections.
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