We do our little 'girldays' every few month and I pretend I am still your little girl. I pretend with all my being. And for a moment I believe it myself. Like my atoms shifted into the person you wished I was for these few hours. As a apologize from the fates themselves for the past hearteachs and shattered mirrors. Thats what our relationship is made out of. Of laughs and inside jokes, face masks and old movies. There is no broken girl. No hurting child. No burning tears. A lost opportunity has not past yet, still in reach. The love is not chocking me.