you
you
angel
goddess
immortal, pure, everlasting
me
me
troublemaker
how could you love me
bruised, scarred, alone
you
and
me.
If her name wasn't an indicator of her love life, a forever spiral of ups and downs, she wished the stars to crash down to the earth. Mimi-named after a seamstress. Thread, stitches, tying things together. Like words in a story. She fell for the poet, and the poet had let her down. She wished for somebody, a soulmate, a true love, a caring, loving soul to take care of her and love her. If only she could find one.
And if only she realized that the one whose name told her God is gracious, Joanne, was right around the corner and closer than she thought.
