I knew this girl.
I knew her well.
I lived with her broken spirit for quite some time.
And with her judgement many more years.
Sadly she never got the chance to meet me.
Only the version of me she was told I would be.
Now she lives in Stockholm.
Once in a while I feel the urge to bring her home.
But then I think clearly again,
With the authenticity of my blooming soul,
That she will never be able to see.
Without knowing the real me.
Without my judgement.
For her Stockholm is the place to be.