...and she's perfectly content. She's perfectly smart. She's perfectly beautiful. She's perfectly herself. Perfectly, perfect, in all her imperfections. She's an artist, a writer, a musician. She's living life and making the most of it. She's never been scared a day in her life. Never been stopped by a hurtful word. Never wondered what the point was. She's amazing, smart, unusual. Jealous? Well...I am. And there's something I forgot. One of these days, she going to be me. I promise.