I'm never going to see my beloved's face. never shall I know his tender touch. all because the thoughts of fighting with him, and of hurting him are all to much. It is because I care that when I see a Boy smiling at me is almost impossible to bear. but oh, the bitter tears I have cried. I'll never wear a wedding dress. I'll never be someone's blushing bride. and I'll never get to dance with my father that one last special time. It's the price I pay. Really I'm fine. arn't I?