just a little something i wrote...
A really good relationship is like a really good, sturdy pair of classic jeans. You spot them long before the relationship begins, hanging in the store window, all fresh and clean, and you want them so bad. Finally when the day comes that you can have them, you try them on, and they hug you in all the right places, and you know that this is the pair for you. They have a new stiffness to them, but you know that with time they will be as soft as baby skin. You bring them home and hang them first in your closet, then you stuff them in a drawer, then you lay them across your bed and admire them. Others might not see their beauty, but you do. You wear them everywhere - to school, to the mall, where all the other jeans are jealous, to a party, the movies… the two of you are inseparable. Your friends comment on how cute you two look together, and you smile and blush. They always hold you, making you feel confident and sexy. Sometimes, you get something on them, like pop or something from dinner or some dirt, and those are the little flare ups and arguments you two get into. But simply give them some space and some Tide and everything is healed again. You share loving memories, like the rainstorm in which the two of you stood together, letting the clear drops penetrate the smooth blue denim and feeling the cold sensation as the drops touch you skin, or when you two sat on the beach and watched the sun go down, holding each other and silently sharing so much love. The jeans refuse to let you be cold - their warmth is like a fire. Once or twice, the jeans will get ripped, because you fell and skinned your knee or something sharp sliced them, and these rips are the really big, long fights, when you feel like the end of the relationship is close. But then mom fixes them, and although there is a permanent scar left from the discrepancy, you two are back together. After time, you realize that the jeans know just how to hang on your body, because you have broken them in. Now they are soft as silk, and little worn spots are growing in the knees from the monotony which has grown in your relationship. It is not your fault; nor the fault of the jeans. Monotony is something that few couples can keep out of their relationship forever. Soon, the jeans just don’t fit anymore. Denial takes over, and you still force them to zip over the few extra holiday pounds that you have developed, but soon it’s no use. You both have accepted the fact that there is no reconciling the differences or poundage which has slowly ended the relationship. But this does not help the pain that you are feeling. Once upon a time, these very jeans made you look like a million bucks, and now they make you look like a stuffed cocktail weenie. So the jeans find their way into the back of your closet, serving as a painful reminder of something wonderful that you once had and can never have quite the same way again. You hide under sweatpants and cords and snack on ice cream. You feel like you will never heal. But then Mom comes around with boxes for Goodwill, and in go the jeans. You are finally over them. Soon you go shopping again and spot a super cute pair, and are reminded sadly of your first real love. But you try them on, and they look good - not as good as your first pair, but they give you that feeling of confidence again. And you move on.