Perceptive Perfection

The one that got away. The one that hasn't come around yet. The one that came and didn't stand a chance. Problem. The one sometimes is all three. So there she is. She may be a super model or the girl next door. She may hide behind glasses or spend hours masking her self proclaimed blemishes. She makes your mind race. Now, this one may be it or she may be a fantasy unfolding every time your paths cross. Your body leeches to hers and that's just it.


Wonderful. No, seriously. There's always going to be that one that stimulates. Problem. This one isn't the one you take home to Mom. Once lived, the thrill fades. Add her to the list, she's just another girl.


So there she is. She makes your mind race. The things running through your mind from the minute you met mimic, evolving every time your paths cross. If you want to wrap her up, if you can hold a conversation, if you find yourself letting her in the routine...one day you feel so comfortable, she fits. She's a fantasy you don't want to come true. She becomes your best friend. Who ever she is, when the day comes when you simply can't imagine not seeing her face, she's already met your Mom. Don't think. Don't try to put her in a neat little box. Be. Well....so there he is.