QUOTE : Idols<br /><br />You put her on a pedestal. Love her, adore her, crown her<br />as your queen. Then you watch and wait, for a slip, a split<br />second when her guard is down. You would tear her into<br />pieces just to claim a fragment of her story.<br />No one can be perfect all the time. Why do you expect her to<br />be any different? Why is she held to an impossible standard?<br />Why do you take it so personally when she contradicts the<br />version of herself that exists only in your head?<br />You think you know her, that she owes you somehow. That<br />her existence is only relative to yours. But she is her own<br />person. She lives and breathes, she hopes and dreams. She has<br />a life, a love, a family, a purpose. And she doesn’t owe anyone<br />a damn thing.