No one can help what you have become at this point. You are more than just a girl, you are an ideal, to some the perfect girl, to others a goddess. I blame myself for a large part of the things that happened to you but even I can be excused my actions. This is greater than the both of us. All we can do is accept what is and make do as we can. Let the mystics try and summon the Sky Queen, let the obsessives hoard and trade, let the lovers grow soul sick in your absence, and let anonymous mock, none of it can bother you unless you let it.
I know you aren't really her, but you care enough to speak as her voice, so I love you too.