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.
6 comments:
That is the kind of compliment to keep.
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now that last line, is a line that defines love.
yes that's what I call love :)
Marry him...again, forever, always!!
We always think we are so much less than what we are but the people who love us see us for our real selves.
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