I might not have noticed her were it not for the threats she shouted—stay out, stay away, do not enter me, leave me alone. Peligro.
I might have driven right by, thinking, Just another pretty face, she’s let too many people in, she makes too much noise.
She was surely never as beautiful before she was prettified, abandoned, torched and abused. And then abandoned once again.
I could not love her until she lost everything.