The first of Three
She was a goddess. Obsidian curved daggers of hair framed her face, sometimes with purple tips, other times with red. She stood in a cute lollipop way with her shoes pointed inward, holding her batz-maru umbrella in the sunshine, wearing a Wednesday Addams dress. She was polite in a Mrs. Manners way and had the kind of laugh the would make you blush. She told me stories. It was like watching a movie in my head when she spoke. We shared clothes, read our poetry to eachother, and made up stories about the people we would spy on in a club or venue. We had fun every minute. We were a flirty pair, with alot of chemistry. I told her that we should be more than friends, and she told me that she was too selfish to be involved with me, that she would demand more of me than I could ever give her as a mother. ouch.
We recovered from our lost romance and adored eachother as friends. Shortly after, I was in her Halloween themed wedding. We all walked down the isle to the tune of the Edward Scissorhands theme in black dresses and corsets and enjoyed the nighmare before Christmas wedding cake. She was happy. She was aglow and she was beautiful. Sometimes I wondered if I could ever be so charmed.
I thought of days admiring her self portraits and delighting in her handmade pajamas. How she slept with the fan on full blast and smelled like cream. She would sit on the toilet when I took a bath and make comments about my boobs with a smirk and a wink and I would pretend to be shocked and embarrassed. There are no words or explanations for what our friendship was.
It was comfortable.
2 years went by that I rarely saw or spoke to her. She was busy being a mother herself and a wife. She came back and looked me up. We met for dinner. She was not the same person. I didn't want to believe that a person could change that much and I had missed her, so I rekindled our friendship to find out for myself if her fire could be lit once again...but that's another story.
I like to think of her as the Goddess that I once loved. The girl with the Monroe that would wiggle when she was thinking of the right thing to say. Full of bright laughter and a dark sense of humor. I am lucky and glad that I got to be a part of that side of her.
We recovered from our lost romance and adored eachother as friends. Shortly after, I was in her Halloween themed wedding. We all walked down the isle to the tune of the Edward Scissorhands theme in black dresses and corsets and enjoyed the nighmare before Christmas wedding cake. She was happy. She was aglow and she was beautiful. Sometimes I wondered if I could ever be so charmed.
I thought of days admiring her self portraits and delighting in her handmade pajamas. How she slept with the fan on full blast and smelled like cream. She would sit on the toilet when I took a bath and make comments about my boobs with a smirk and a wink and I would pretend to be shocked and embarrassed. There are no words or explanations for what our friendship was.
It was comfortable.
2 years went by that I rarely saw or spoke to her. She was busy being a mother herself and a wife. She came back and looked me up. We met for dinner. She was not the same person. I didn't want to believe that a person could change that much and I had missed her, so I rekindled our friendship to find out for myself if her fire could be lit once again...but that's another story.
I like to think of her as the Goddess that I once loved. The girl with the Monroe that would wiggle when she was thinking of the right thing to say. Full of bright laughter and a dark sense of humor. I am lucky and glad that I got to be a part of that side of her.