For her, he was the perfection in itself. But she didn't see him as he was and was way too far from the truth. She was so naive and innocent. She was simplicity in its purest state of preservation.

Her problem, was, for sure, growing up. Was having to face a whole new world, with challenges which she considered insuperable. Was understanding that people are all fake and superficial. Was being judged and object of fun for others. Was everything.

She was shocked when she realised that net everything was like it was described in books she read. But she had to keep going, not for her, but for him. Just for him. To reach that state of perfection that she so envied. However, the world's hypocrisy was spreading more and more until she had no strength left. But was in that lack of strength that she found what she needed to carry on living.