Oh my dear, now. Do I not appear as perfect as I once did? I must admit, your vision was blurred by infatuation. And now, here we are, time has shown you all sides of me. Just a child hiding in some grown up clothes. My smile, and I smile so often, so sweet, but I can also break down and cry endlessly. You wouldn't say a word, for fear that my flash of anger would appear. But you don't know me, you don't know yet, my anger, my sadness, my happiness, washes away as quickly as the receding tide. Like the innocence of every young one, my memory is short and my present is all that occupies my mind. You looked away tonight. Do you, now, long for something else? Now that I have a stake in this myself.