talk to her

a conversation

setting friday at midnight on cresent street in Montreal

She to herself " these people are gorgeous and stylish, do I still look like them
or have i lost the montreal thing, can they see that I live in us?

he interrupts her thoughts " is everything okay"

she " yes and you"

he " this place is crazy, wow"

she " yes. but alive-it must be graduation or something?"

He looks around- there is so many pretty woman to stare at, his eyes are wide open
(cresent street is the see and be seen place-glam-money- sexy)

He " are you okay"

she " yes, it just that I think i lost that .....you know"

he " lost what"

she "nothing love"

after a few hours of walking around- they are now in the car again

he "I am glad we stopped"

she " me too, i think i lost it- i am ordinary now, they are hot"

( i never think that way, never did- but somehow my self esteem took a dive when
someone close- well maybe not so close showered me with compliments more he said I was beautiful
more my self esteem fell- i realized they were words that meant nothing to me because it wasn't important who said it but how I felt, but someone told him that's how to get the girl- and it was as if i was no longer beautiful unless he said i was-)-it makes sense in my head( p.s.. this is a different person than the he i am having a conversation with.

he " we will never be what we were , we are older now they are young
and , i saw alot of legs tonight nadia, alot- but I only saw one face.