Love Me for a Moment

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I’d never experienced fear.  When I did it was sharp, and then gone.  It brought me with it.  Then I was gone.  Gone before I began.

I thought she loved me once.  She felt a flutter and wondered, but dismissed it as nothing.  It was easier.  Maybe she’ll care later, when it’s too late.  Maybe she won’t. But it doesn’t matter, because I am gone.

I understood, in that sharp moment, what she’d felt.   But it still wasn’t fair.  I was beautiful, am beautiful… would have been beautiful.  If she had given me a chance. If anyone had given me a chance.

But no one stopped her.