I don't know if it is a good idea to write this one, but I think it's beautiful and important enough to be posted. We all know the endless retelling of the story; an older man and a younger girl. While most of the tales are written in the mans point of view, we have the rare example of movies like Millers Girl. I have the opportunity to be desired strongly. Be a dreamgirl.
Today I was walking, and an older man stood in a window, staring at me with wide eyes and a faded smile, and when I looked at him, he waved. I waved back. He was probably left wondering if it was a daydream. It very much looked like it. In the library last week, there was a man sitting with that same look in his eyes. I sat down in front of him and opened the book Lolita to read. He was over the moon, but I walked away again. Anyway, when girls my age complain about the attention and stares, I love them. I know what they want, but I leave them out of reach for it. I never go too far, but far enough that I feel... loved? Listen to Lana Del Rey's debut album, dear reader. And let me apologize for this post.
Like a dreamgirl, Lenna
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