When I moved out of the house, it was months before I graduated from high school. I moved in with a then boyfriend one on further wiser thought I had no business moving in with. Five months the whole thing was over. I had then entered college for the first time and gotten a job at Acme Comics. I started writing poetry and listening to Tori Amos. I was majoring in English Lit. and looking forward to becoming a poet. All in all taking myself way too seriously, and learning little to nothing about the secrets about being a woman. Ah, yes there was also D&D, coffee shops,open mics and copper-red hair dye. All intermingled with drama class, and brooding, confused gentle boys. We were all trying to figure the world out at the same time it created way too much static for one coffee shop. Ah, the clove smoking headache days.
Years later...(too many to count and feel good about)
Someone with brownish hair and green eyes messages you on Yahoo! Personals of all places. A place she thought she would never have to use. She messages you because you are the only one with a witty yet sensitive subject line. Shes tired of dealing with nonsense. And by nonsense she means those things that should have been glaringly obvious to her in the first place. She blames herself for a lot of what has happened to her, with her and around her. No longer owning the words "All I Ever Wanted Was An Al Pacino" one of her poems she used to quietly scream. She thinks that you are one of the most beautiful people she has ever seen and one of the most gentle low voices she has ever talked to. You take a chance and go out with this seemingly bright woman to a coffee shop. A woman comes out of the gate, but you can tell in someways she still thinks of herself as a girl. She doesn't have any idea what to do so she hugs you. This is the first real conversation she has had with anyone in a long time. She observes looks into your eyes while you talk to her about your being one of eight. A fact that she finds rather astounding and respects your Mom and Dad for. She talks about the trials of being a Catholic girl in public school. You understand, in fact she is finding you over time understand her more than anyone ever. You talk about politics and she doesn't even bat an eyelash when you say your a Republican...well maybe one eyelash. Two at most. You and she play around with the idea of holding hands, leaving them loose on the table between the two of you. Both of you looking to see if it is the right time...
It feels like you have known each other for a very long time now...
Shes at your kitchen table in the mornings. You smile over at her, she thinks you are the most glorious thing in the world. Both of you listen to each other. Both of you understand. Something she has dreamed of but thought she would never find. She holds you to her heart like a piece of fragile glass, knowing you will be careful. Knowing you will be there for a very long time.
Years later...(too many to count and feel good about)
Someone with brownish hair and green eyes messages you on Yahoo! Personals of all places. A place she thought she would never have to use. She messages you because you are the only one with a witty yet sensitive subject line. Shes tired of dealing with nonsense. And by nonsense she means those things that should have been glaringly obvious to her in the first place. She blames herself for a lot of what has happened to her, with her and around her. No longer owning the words "All I Ever Wanted Was An Al Pacino" one of her poems she used to quietly scream. She thinks that you are one of the most beautiful people she has ever seen and one of the most gentle low voices she has ever talked to. You take a chance and go out with this seemingly bright woman to a coffee shop. A woman comes out of the gate, but you can tell in someways she still thinks of herself as a girl. She doesn't have any idea what to do so she hugs you. This is the first real conversation she has had with anyone in a long time. She observes looks into your eyes while you talk to her about your being one of eight. A fact that she finds rather astounding and respects your Mom and Dad for. She talks about the trials of being a Catholic girl in public school. You understand, in fact she is finding you over time understand her more than anyone ever. You talk about politics and she doesn't even bat an eyelash when you say your a Republican...well maybe one eyelash. Two at most. You and she play around with the idea of holding hands, leaving them loose on the table between the two of you. Both of you looking to see if it is the right time...
It feels like you have known each other for a very long time now...
Shes at your kitchen table in the mornings. You smile over at her, she thinks you are the most glorious thing in the world. Both of you listen to each other. Both of you understand. Something she has dreamed of but thought she would never find. She holds you to her heart like a piece of fragile glass, knowing you will be careful. Knowing you will be there for a very long time.
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