pretty
It’s Monday, it’s late. Around this time, she came around. She walked with authority, she spoke with curiosity, she captivated with her mind, she stole with her looks. Wow, she is such a pretty girl. The kind that you don’t have to see to know it. The kind that makes you open up and spill the things you never thought to share. The things you never thought to think.
A pretty girl wants a pretty guy. A guy who leads. A guy who listens. A guy who cares. A guy who isn’t afraid of himself and doesn’t look to make that known. Jeez, that’s a pretty man. He is one who will authentically be himself, who will uplift and protect. The standards he holds himself to are higher than those he holds others to.
On Tuesday, it’s early. We grab coffee, we chat, we discuss why we are who we are. Why they are them and why I am me. They’re curious, they grab attention, and they explore. Damn, they’re pretty. The type that bring joy. The type that open up the energy of the room. The kind that share an insatiable energy that attracts. Together they go. They live.
On Wednesday, it’s midday. It’s warm. People watch, people discuss, people wonder. How do I become pretty? Am I pretty? Do you think you’re pretty? The kind that loves, the kind that greets and feels. Fuck, I want to be pretty. The one that people see. The one that sees. I wander. I ponder. I ruminate on what it’s like.
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It’s Thursday. The pretty girl is back. She is lower today. She seems like something is wrong. She is still pretty. Not the kind that welcomes, but the kind that checks in. The kind that thinks of you when you’re sad. The kind that wants to help. Is she thinking about something? What is she wondering?
The pretty guy is here too. He seems a bit off. He looks as if he is hurting. What a pretty man. The kind that opens the door. The kind that you smile at while walking past. The kind that greets you, even if, behind his eyes, he is in pain. Is he okay? What does he need to smile today?
It’s Friday. The pretty girl and the pretty guy aren’t here. They seemed distant. Yesterday, they weren’t together. What pretty people. The kind that captivate. The kind that are empathetic. The kind that put others first. I wonder why they aren’t together. I wonder if they’re okay.
It’s Saturday. It’s cold. Breath is visible. The sun is out. No clouds in sight. Man, what a pretty day. The kind that’s remembered. The kind that makes you take a picture. The kind that you need to be outside to understand. I wonder if it’s this nice everywhere. I wonder if everyone has had a day like this. I wonder if another day will be this nice.
It’s Sunday. It isn’t so pretty. It’s raining. There isn’t much to wonder about. No one is outside. No one is walking around. I haven’t seen anything pretty today. What is there to wonder about today?
