I think so.

I feel less - changed. That's dumb, maybe, because this is definitely the strangest. The most different.

I don't feel - taunted. It's not an alternate me, something that's close enough to glimpse but out of reach. It's something that could happen to me. It has weight, as possibility. It feels like it actually belongs to me.

[She could find a way to keep it, if she wanted.]