2 A Facade and a Dream

I was to be a proper girl. That was my life's expectation. I was that teenage daughter any parent would want. I smiled and looked pretty with a gently meek demure (when I wasn't randomly bubbly or distracted). I had a grace about me that surpassed my peers. I was proud of that and so were my parents. I learned to perfect a facade.

To be elegant was almost natural to me. To be almost perfect was not. I had romantic dreams inside, but I had killed them. I was too sensible for romance. Too wise to fall in love. So I didn't. I was the proper teenage daughter who didn't date until she was 18+. I even had a "do not date me bubble" around me. I defended it with a cold exterior. I was cynical of romance and shamed falling in love. I built up such a wall to where I failed to believe I could ever fall in love.

Although I was proud of my accomplished wall, I hated it. I wanted to be free from my perfectionist expectations. I had a dream. Deep down I was untamed. Beautiful but dangerous. I had layers under my layers. I had a firey spirit that almost vibrated out of my graceful figure. Perhaps that's why I wanted a redhead. I wanted to run with the fire.