there it was hiding under a heap of romantical fantasies, fractured fairytales & maudlin Disney movies (plus whatever vain idealism my mother made me out of in her utero)
a single persuasive agitprop
"If I'm a good enough girl, a good man will find me"
true, false
nothing short of the passage of Time could possibly tell
~
and here's another abstruse gem from that pile - "If he looks at other women he cannot possibly be my beloved" (who could only have eyes for me, obviously) - found it scribbled on a bookmark in "The Bridge Across Forever"