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By k3davis Date: 2003 Jul 22 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.22.09.33.5889]] |
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I never imagined that, one day, I would be in love with a girl who wears flip-flops. After all, I'm nearly 30, and I don't find feet to be the most alluring aspect of any human form. But there she is, with her lime-green flip-flops, and some colored nails to boot, and their every movement is memorized by my eyes. She calls herself a princess, but thinks herself a frog - a cute one of course and worthy to be released by a kiss ;) but I always regret the slight laugh at the end that says "Really I'm not such a royal one, but I sure wish I was." She dreams of the one who will call her 'princess' every day and mean it, but still looks for the man she dreamed of as a little girl, who can tower over her in protection and love, dark-haired and dapper, and sweep her off her feet quite literally on the wedding night, and figuratively every other day of her life. She deserves at least everything she desires, for her genuine laugh and gentle spirit as well as for her occasional charming grouchiness and other low-times that make her seem more on my own level of human, where somebody might actually be able to provide something for her now and then. Not whiny, not needy, but a sometimes-touch of healing woundedness that says "I'm no child; I know a little of life's burden," yet still with the lime-green flip-flops. She shouldn't dream of her lowering her standards; no! But rather than look to the clouds for her dashing prince arriving, and ultimately giving up that hope in pain if he should never make his triumphant appearance (or worse, appear and somehow not adore her), I wonder why she will not lower her gaze to her own head-level, and see the shorter one who is undoubtedly less lovely than the creation of her daydreams, but loves this frog-princess in lime-green flip-flops, standing right beside her, awaiting his own discovery. |