I've known you since I knew what I wanted in a woman. You keep returning to bother me for another brush stroke. I know we never finished. I just couldn't understand you. Each layer I dressed you in never showed others what I saw in my mind. I'm still looking for the right colors. If I get you right this time will you leave me alone or will I have to flaunt you the way a playboy flaunts his new toy? I created you, I can also destroy you. I've done it with another when they reminded me of the past.