I feel like when I meet my guy, he’s not going to have a girlfriend. He may not be exactly ready for me, but at least always reserved a room.
Let’s talk about what honor means to me.
There are so many things I could have, so many people I could want, but I know that if I manipulate things to go my way, I may end up with a very bad situation. And I like good situations, healing versus causing damage. So I exercise a lot of discipline, and I’m motivated by the fact that people can get hurt by my decisions to keep me careful.
These guys show up, and they already have a woman in their lives, but they’re drawn out. We are like two travelers meeting on the opposite banks of a river.
And yes, they see what I am, they are intrigued by the possibilities, but on the other hand, they already have something that’s real. No matter how great or how poor it is, at least it’s real. But still they hesitate, and in their eyes I see an open door, inviting me, yet I also know they aren’t prepared to catch me when I fall through enveloping them in the fantastical. So for the sake of both of us, I don’t. Sometimes men don’t know the way they tease a strong woman is like a child, and the truth of the naive is that their curiosity and daring borders on cruelty. But we learn strength by still caring about you despite how you tease, as long as you don’t get outright malicious.
I want the world inside of me, so deep that the closer I get to touching it, the more of myself I reflect. When we look in a mirror, we always know which is us and which is reflection, because it is trapped inside a little box. But what about the 2am, when you round the corner some dark wet night in a landscape of concrete and metal, and up through the fog you come face to face with yourself? Everything. Your body. Your eyes. Your feel. Your smell.
Who are you then?
The Eye?
Or the Mirror?