I was fooled but now I am awake. Awake to Estella's multi-layered, inner complexity while she masks all by her outer simplicity and beauty. Estella, the girl I long for even now, entraps me still with her exquisite beauty and charming appearance. As I lie in my bed, I remember her, like a goddess from my dreams. The flower in her hair smells of morning dew as it whisks past my face. The glow from her delicate body lights up the room. Her graceful air of walking reminds me of a feather dancing in the wind. Her heels upon the hard floor crack me awake to realize she will always be my unattainable goddess. To taste her lips of sweet honey is a dream too far for me to reach. While Estella's radiance attracts many men of great power, my inferiority draws me away from her glimmer. Yet...