You could never understand me. That's why you could never have me. Your mind is on the superficial, my love's is on the official. Flattery only gets you so far but at the end of the day, I don't have to sit around wishing on stars. My life is like a fantasy, something you could never provide for me. I sent you on your way long ago but for some reason you held out hope. I'm here to tell you now that I plan to spend my life with the man that made me his wife. Ce la vie!
~ Author Mara Prose