I need something to wake me up she said,Same here he replied,
As she poured herself some beer and him,
Sunday mornings were made of such paradoxes.
A perfect syntax of imperfect universes.
For what fun is it to live in one world when you can juggle two?
Sometimes finding true love is a lot like finding the perfect prom dress.When you find the right one you will stop in your tracks and you will see it for what it really is.
At first you move from one boutique to another trying on different dresses.
So many different colours to choose from, and so many different styles.
Some make you look cute, some make you look hot.
Some may have looked so right when displayed on the mannequins but when you try it on your self, you realise it isn’t the right one.
Then there’s that one which looks perfect from afar, with all its sequins and rhinestones. You can almost see a halo shining around it calling your name, like it is made for you but, when you try it on you discover how shabbily it was tailored. The sequins and rhinestones begin tugging at your skin and it gives you a rash. It makes you look beautiful but it hurts you with every step you take.
You take it off, you’re really disappointed but you know what matters more.
So now you stop looking, you still have a few weeks to go till prom and you still have no dress. You’re thinking you probably shouldn’t go now, cause all your friends will have the perfect dress and here you are still searching for the right one.
But just before you’re about to give up you see this dress in a bottle green shade. It may never have been your favourite colour nor was it the style you wanted but something, just something drew you to it. And when you tried it you knew for sure this was the last dress you would try.
You didn’t want to waste any time looking for another lest someone else got it , because this one was the only piece of it’s kind.
I remember what I felt when I found my dress, it was bottle green, off shoulders and made of raw silk. It didn’t need any sequins or rhinestones, it had its own little shine.
It just hung there, ever so humble yet oceans apart from the rest. It made me feel beautiful with all my flaws and jagged edges.
I also remember what I felt like when love came knocking. I stopped in my tracks and saw him for what he really was. Without the shiny stuff, pure and selfless. Like the perfect piece of fabric wrapping my soul and making my heart full.
True love is never superficial like cheap satin and sequins, mine was rich raw silk and an old bottle green.