How good love is when you first feel it? Was it like how the sunrise smells first thing in the morning? Was it as sweeter as your chocolate cake that's even tastier when shared by someone? Or was it like the autumn where all living organisms were in its full bloom?
All of this ecstasy came to an end when you face the mirror. "How will he be looking unto me if I can't do it by myself?" Foolish. Now all you can is to have a wishful thought or two to be someone else's. "Wish I could have the face, the love, and the life he wanted in you..wish I could have him like you do..wish I am you." Without appreciating those who care about you, you came to a desperate move of changing yourself..literally. Now, the verdict lies in the truth that will never change..you are not her.