“You’re my best friend forever! So perfect, so beautiful, I love you!”
Hand in hand, to live and grow, to love and adventure. Even forever didn’t seem long enough to spend together.
And then my curls became matted, my dress torn and faded
Grand adventures add a bit of mileage to a doll.
Your eyes compared me to newer, deluxe dollies on the shelf.
“I don’t know what happened. You’re not the same.”
How could you have ever loved such a ratty old thing? Move on, move on. Nothing to see here. The golden doll is gone. Don’t look. The past is in its eyes