You're Worth Losing My Self-Esteem.

She sat on the newly cut, green grass, listening to the wind. It would tell her stories as she giggled, the peace and serenity the sun gave her was the perfect setting for these scenes. And when it grew dark the reflection of the moon would shine her way, to set a new mood, somewhat calmer. She would listen intently to the wind’s stories of love, hate, aspirations, dreams, failure and pain. And as she listened she grew more and more afraid of growing up. She would dream of simplicity and love and a world that never knew pain.

She had to grow up eventually though, right? And so she did, and the wind’s stories, the conversations they had, would soon be forgotten, they would become her life.