When I think of who I am, deep within my soul, I always see myself with hair pinned tightly into victory curls, not a strand out of place, and cherry red lipstick staining my lips. Sure, I may have an apron tied around my waist, and a handful of children crawling, running, screaming around me... but you better believe that I would not allow you to take a step out of line. Oh, my husband, I may look foolish and naive but I am several steps ahead of you. Trust me when I say I know what move you'll make way before you even make it. It is a good thing you're mostly loyal, though, because you wouldn't see the light of day to even feel any guilt for your actions. I've been without you for so long during the war, so I need to keep every eye on you now that you're back to me...
Instead, I'm a frazzled 22-year-old with confused style; the clothes I wear are in no way a reflection of how I feel. It's so funny, though, because the confidence my soul holds is not transferred beyond that point. I am not married, however, I have been with my boyfriend for nearly 4 years. I moved across the country to be with him, so, within me there is some courage. In addition to that, I am not yet a mother, although becoming one someday is at the top of my list. It seems I was born in the wrong era and many people have told me, since I was a little girl, that I am an old soul.
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