Beauty
I don’t think women will ever completely understand just how moving the female form can be.
How a smile from a beautiful women can carry our spirit throughout the day.
The feeling of enchantment when you witness a vision in person instead of on a screen or magazine cover.
The speechlessness.
The lightness of heart.
The crushing weight of sheer intimidation from her eyes boring straight into you. Almost as if she is searching your soul for weakness…strength…desire
When I see a girl, who has fallen short of her birthright. It’s like letting the ceiling of the Sistine chapel fall into disrepair. It makes me sad more than anything else.
Beauty will always be more than just an inspiration for lust.
Beauty moves the soul.
Hope
Sometimes I worry that I have missed my opportunity. Not that I will ever be married or happy. Just that I won’t be as happy as I would’ve been had previous endeavors worked out.
I have come to be believe that love is a choice. That you truly can love anyone, but that you’ll only have perfect love with 1-3 people in your lifetime.
Technically, my third came and went, and regardless of how amazing she made me feel. I believe I made the right decision. She wasn’t sold out for me, and if someone isn’t in the beginning. They probably never will be.
I’ve come to believe the second one was a hoax. Mostly because of how it ended….infidelity. Distance and insecurity can slowly gnaw at your sanity. But if you truly love someone, nothing should break you.
The first one I won’t ever forget. From the very first date we were finishing each other’s sentences. I’ll never forget the way her beautiful green eyes looked. That was the first time I saw forever. But, alas, she disappeared like a cool breeze. And I haven’t seen her since.
Hope and statistics are what I have left. Hope mainly being in the possibility that maybe neither one of these girls even came close to what real love feels like. And that maybe God has my princess out there waiting.
