And here you are, sipping the last of your grande white mocha as you fish for your car keys, reading the last paragraph of today’s headline, and the same second you look up, getting ready to leave, you see her walking through the Starbucks door as she checks her phone for the time. Your heart suddenly falls into a quick stop. Well, something like it. You have never seen anything so beautiful. You’ve never seen anyone look so angelic. Like, as if her beauty runs all throughout her body and radiates into a bright white light that is shining into and out of her very soul. And at that moment, you felt as if you’d die if you can’t know her first name. As if it would kill you not to have her in your life.
And here you are, fast forward to three months later. The past three months might have been the best three months of your twenty plus years of existence. Not only do you know her name, but you now also know her least favorite color, her second grade teacher and how she likes her steak medium-rare, mashed potato with white gravy on the side. She’s smart, interesting and funny, like, at times you imagine her sitting on a stool, with a spotlight focused on her pretty face, doing a stand-up in a dark lit room, with you as her only audience. She makes you feel amazing day in and day out and you, you actually really want to be with this wonderful girl, until you found out, she messed up in the past. (I’ll let you write that part).
So now, here you are, you bail. Without giving her a chance, you up & walk away.
Man, let’s face it, people change and that’s the truth. There are good people who turn bad, just as bad people turn good. We might have had a horrible history, but that shouldn’t define us. Just because we messed up, doesn’t necessarily mean we can’t get up from it and change to make ourselves become a better person. We constantly change. We are a work in progress.
We need to realize that it can take for us to make thousands of bad decisions in order to land on a great one. But that, isn’t that the process of becoming better? We are perfectly imperfect and in essence, that’s what makes us beautiful. Our flaws, our inadequacies, our short comings, all but a reflection of our progression in life. Darkness doesn’t stop our progress. “Change is the essence of life. Be willing to surrender what you are for what you could become”.And, believe it or not, our past made us the great people that we are. Why? ‘Cause we damn well learn from it.
So once more, here you are, sipping the last of your grande white mocha as you fish for your car keys, reading the last paragraph of today’s headline, and the same second you look up, getting ready to leave, you see her walking through the same Starbucks door as she checks her phone for the time. Your heart suddenly falls into a quick stop. Well, once again, something like it. At that moment, you see the same girl. The beautiful, the angelic, the smart, interesting and funny girl who loves medium-rare steak and has amazing stories.
Yes, the same girl you up & left because you couldn’t give her a chance.
So there you are, feeling as if you’d die, all over again. Not because of wanting her. Not because of wanting to know her name. But because now, it kills you, because now you know, you’ll never have her in your life. Because now you know, she’s with another, someone strong enough to see her and the reflection of her life, her beautiful past, her present and her future, just as amazing as the beauty that runs all throughout her body and radiates into a bright white light that is shining into and out of her very soul. And at that moment, you realize how lucky that man is for having her, all of her. And you, my friend, let that slip away.
And here you are, fast forward to three months later. The past three months might have been the best three months of your twenty plus years of existence. Not only do you know her name, but you now also know her least favorite color, her second grade teacher and how she likes her steak medium-rare, mashed potato with white gravy on the side. She’s smart, interesting and funny, like, at times you imagine her sitting on a stool, with a spotlight focused on her pretty face, doing a stand-up in a dark lit room, with you as her only audience. She makes you feel amazing day in and day out and you, you actually really want to be with this wonderful girl, until you found out, she messed up in the past. (I’ll let you write that part).
So now, here you are, you bail. Without giving her a chance, you up & walk away.
Man, let’s face it, people change and that’s the truth. There are good people who turn bad, just as bad people turn good. We might have had a horrible history, but that shouldn’t define us. Just because we messed up, doesn’t necessarily mean we can’t get up from it and change to make ourselves become a better person. We constantly change. We are a work in progress.
We need to realize that it can take for us to make thousands of bad decisions in order to land on a great one. But that, isn’t that the process of becoming better? We are perfectly imperfect and in essence, that’s what makes us beautiful. Our flaws, our inadequacies, our short comings, all but a reflection of our progression in life. Darkness doesn’t stop our progress. “Change is the essence of life. Be willing to surrender what you are for what you could become”.And, believe it or not, our past made us the great people that we are. Why? ‘Cause we damn well learn from it.
So once more, here you are, sipping the last of your grande white mocha as you fish for your car keys, reading the last paragraph of today’s headline, and the same second you look up, getting ready to leave, you see her walking through the same Starbucks door as she checks her phone for the time. Your heart suddenly falls into a quick stop. Well, once again, something like it. At that moment, you see the same girl. The beautiful, the angelic, the smart, interesting and funny girl who loves medium-rare steak and has amazing stories.
Yes, the same girl you up & left because you couldn’t give her a chance.
So there you are, feeling as if you’d die, all over again. Not because of wanting her. Not because of wanting to know her name. But because now, it kills you, because now you know, you’ll never have her in your life. Because now you know, she’s with another, someone strong enough to see her and the reflection of her life, her beautiful past, her present and her future, just as amazing as the beauty that runs all throughout her body and radiates into a bright white light that is shining into and out of her very soul. And at that moment, you realize how lucky that man is for having her, all of her. And you, my friend, let that slip away.
