I know an Eloise who deserves only the finest of things and not an apathetic scoundrel that would see her waste like a forgotten thing in the dream of his love. Love can be cruel simply by existing, yet we still crave it and chase it like air we need to fill our lungs.
I never wanted the spotlight. It was better left to my sisters who craved it more than I. I was simply happy to be their audience even when the curtains fell and the spotlights went dormant.