Author's Abundance

Isn't It...?

I met a girl last night. Well I didn't really meet her, we saw each other on the street. She was the hundred percent perfect girl for me and I was head over heels. My heart was aching, mind racing, loins throbbing. But I kept on walking...

Truth be told though, she wasn't even that attractive. I'd tell you what she looked like, if I could even remember. I think she was perhaps thirty? Thirty-one? It was difficult to tell under those rosy lips and thick mascara. She had black hair I think, or it might have been pink or something. Her thin lips curled into a full grimace, or a empty smile. She was sauntering outside the entrance to the club. With a leather jacket maybe? Or maybe it was a fur coat...? Anyways! She was patrolling the streets out there when I walked past. She was haloed in the pale moonlight and the thick amber glow of streetlamps. She was the one, I'm serious! I could love her so easily...

We could have a nice big house, with little children running around. Tiny daughters that look like her so much that they could be little clones. And a huge white wedding with the whole bouquet throwing and such.

But someone's taught her how to hate, you could see that in her eyes. Those piercing eyes that could melt chocolate and freeze hell itself all at the same time. Those eyes that were as deep and mysterious as the Pacific ocean, but were as cold and callous as an Arctic storm. They saw through to my very soul when she glanced my way. Those eyes exposed me for what I was: smitten. And she knew that, and I knew that she knew that. That's probably why she kept on walking...

Maybe she'd been hurt before? Maybe she was a lesbian? Maybe she just didn't find me attractive? I don't know, sadly I'll never know. But damn she was perfect...

How embarrassing would that have been, to walk up to her and say proudly "I love you!" For her to not say it back? Or maybe I wouldn't have said that... Maybe I would have said "Hey..." Nah that's too casual. Maybe I could have said. "I knew a girl once, she was beautiful beyond recognition. She was the envy of every girl she knew, and she could have had any boy she wanted. Admired and loved by all, this girl had the potential to do so many wonderful things!

But that potential didn't last long...

As time went on, all those expectations got to her head. Everyone's hopes for her made her sick. The pressure wasn't good. She started to lose it, finding comfort in those who were as cold and callous as Arctic storms. The wrong crowds became the right friends, the helping hands became needle ends. And as she laid there naked in that bathtub, with the syringe protruding from her arm. She began to wonder where her life had gone. Where would she be if she wasn't here? Who would she be? What would she be...?

Would she be marching through big business enterprises? Would she be glamorous on the red carpet? Or would she strolling along the street corner?

Would she be having important meetings with board members? Would she be on the arms of a talented actor? Or would she become a lady of the night?

The lady of the night who hated the world. Who uses her body to sell her soul to the demons of temptation and condemnation. I mean, call her what you will, but this lady could have been anything she wanted. She had the same choices as you and me, but the pressure of others resulted in her ultimate demise..."

I should have said that to her. Even though she may have looked at me quizzically. Even though she may have widened her eyes in confusion. I can guarantee you there would've been tears brimming those piercing eyes. She might have asked why I was telling her, or what made me tell her. I probably wouldn't have answered.

I would have just walked away, thinking 'it's a pretty sad story, isn't it?'