I am 7 years old. I play ponies and house and dress-up. I sing and dance and have my mom put on my make-up.
I am innocent.
I am 14 years old. I ride horses and have a real life. I play dress-up with shirts that are a little too tight and shorts that are a little too short. I flirt with guys who are twice my age.
I am losing my innocence.
I am 16 years old. I don't play ponies or dress-up. My secret will. My secret will play ponies and house and dress-up. She will dance and sing and I will put her make-up on.
I have lost all innocence.
I am 17 years old. My secret's not a secret anymore. She is beautiful. She doesn't know how old I am, or what I've done. All she knows is that she loves me and will cling to me for dear life.
She is innocent.