It was just an Idea

To you She was an Idea.

Something not fully grasped or understood. Her purpose still undefined. she could be searched through and evaluated whenever your time allowed. By you she was picked up, put down, forgotten, and remembered at your convenience.

To you, She was an Idea.

Like any Idea She had promise. Something about her was enticing. she drew you in by her intrigue. A puzzle in your mind that needed solving. And you were a willing participant. The more you tried to define her, develop her, the more she began to take form. A form which, to you, was "acceptable". But along with the progression of her definition you also began to withdraw. She was no longer a challenge.

To you, She was just an Idea.. 

She took on full form. Unmistakable form. She was not a finished product. But by then all you had left in you was to recognize this completion, see that it was good because of your own work, and then you dropped her. She was forgotten. She was finished. In your opinion her potential had reached its final destination. But to her, with what little voice she had with you, there was so much left in her. All you had to do was look, be patient, and see. But you are now gone.

By you, She was treated just like an Idea.