Prompt: Adored - Titled: "Price Tag of Dreams"
"I absolutely adore you," he said. And I knew this must be love.
Most women are trained to look for love, for the one who will take them away and keep them happy. It is a selfish daydream and many pay the price.
"I adore you. Wait, you'd look better up here. Yes, then I can look up at your beauty. Oh, man, but what if you get wet? Maybe a roof, because you look wilted when you are wet. But what about mosquitoes? Definitely walls and sides and closed windows. We don't want to mar that skin."
He adored me. Adored me right into a box of his choosing, a high box far above the reach of others.
"I mean, I wouldn't want them to hurt you. I love you so much I want to be with you every minute. No time for them. Just stay right up there so I can gaze at you."
Far, far above. To protect me, he says. But now, I see, he wants to make sure I never jump.
A jump might mar that perfect skin, might skin my face, might set me free. On the ground, someone might hear my voice, might listen instead of just look at me.
I might find a worth beyond beauty. I might train my mind to match my body. Who knows what awaits in the big world? The world of hurt and pain and beauty, of wide landscapes and of angry ocean waves. A big world, which all exists outside the velvet cage of adoration.
Most women are trained to look for love, for the one who will take them away and keep them happy. It is a selfish daydream and many pay the price.
"I adore you. Wait, you'd look better up here. Yes, then I can look up at your beauty. Oh, man, but what if you get wet? Maybe a roof, because you look wilted when you are wet. But what about mosquitoes? Definitely walls and sides and closed windows. We don't want to mar that skin."
He adored me. Adored me right into a box of his choosing, a high box far above the reach of others.
"I mean, I wouldn't want them to hurt you. I love you so much I want to be with you every minute. No time for them. Just stay right up there so I can gaze at you."
Far, far above. To protect me, he says. But now, I see, he wants to make sure I never jump.
A jump might mar that perfect skin, might skin my face, might set me free. On the ground, someone might hear my voice, might listen instead of just look at me.
I might find a worth beyond beauty. I might train my mind to match my body. Who knows what awaits in the big world? The world of hurt and pain and beauty, of wide landscapes and of angry ocean waves. A big world, which all exists outside the velvet cage of adoration.