I like his hands. His wrists. I've always been one for details. 

Lips. 

And eyes.

That is all I know for now. 

And yet,

there is a strange craving, 

I only want to give you my love. 

It's cold outside, you keep me warm.

But I don't want to sleep, I don't want you anymore.

Something's changed and I can't quite figure out what. 

It's probably me.

Yup.

It's me alright.

I feel nothing, nothing at all. 

I'm waiting for you to finish so I can go back home and sleep in my own bed, by myself. 

It's strange how time changes everything.

You're no longer you and I'm no longer me.

We're no longer who we used to be.

I'm not even sure why I'm here, with you.

I feel nothing, nothing at all. 

Is this it then, is this how it's supposed to be from now on?

This strange alienation; this endless void.

He plucked all the petals. Nothing remains of me anymore.

The beautiful little girl has been broken, there is no recovery, only acceptance.