creation ideal

there was her

the description and portrayal together screamed one thing to you:

--Ideal.--

Adoration poured out of you

Partly because the talent in writing shone through

The creation of a character so perfectly crafted

that compared to all else you'd feel utterly shafted

not real, yet ideal

and you wanted her. 

then there was me

in accord that her existence and quirks also filled me with glee

We admired and laughed at how silly and free

But had I stopped to be?

There was her.

There was me.

For you.