Tell me your story!

62243941_2529420197088606_4204089743681519616_n-The night sky is more generous than ever, cradling our dreamy eyes in milliards of stars…

-But you can’t see them, silly girl, ’cause you’re only starring at me! Not that I’m complaining…

-I do see them, as reflections in your eyes…

-Tell me one of your stories!

-Nooo…you know that all my stories are sad!

-It doesn’t matter…your voice can take me there, and I need to escape…

-Okay…Once upon a time…

-Yesss…

-There was a little boy, very sweet and gentle, with big eyes and a good, carrying, generous heart.

A good little boy…

-One day, he was walking down the dark forest, and he got lost…So he ran and searched for his way out, but there was none…and he felt scared and hopeless…and so alone…

-Oh…

-Looking down, he saw a little light…golden, flickering light, so he followed it. It leaded him to his way out of the forest. Only that the light wasn’t just a light…it was a little bird.

-Right. A bird.

-With golden wings and sparks in her eyes…wounded, unable to fly, only to crawl. He took her home and build a cage for her. A golden cage.

-Still a cage, no matter if it’s golden.

-A place for her to heal and to be safe. And, with his love, she got better…

-That’s nice…

-Her wings grew stronger, so she wanted to fly. But, no matter how much she pleaded with the little boy, he wouldn’t let her…

-Selfish and possessive!

-He was afraid for her, that she might get hurt. He was afraid for him, that he might lose her. So she stopped pleading and stopped spreading her wings. But she couldn’t stop dreaming! And the dark forest’s whispers were so alluring and so seductive…

-And?!

-Finally, she got too weak to fly, so he thought it’s safe to leave the door of her cage wide open. So was the window…

-Nooo! She jumped and smashed her body on the floor!

-She flew! Maybe her dreams gave her strength…or maybe it was the dark forest, who knows? Maybe some charmed wind took her and held her…but she flew! She found her way back into the forest!

-Wonderful…

-The boy…what do you think he did?

-He learned to respect other people’s choices?

-He grew up as an angry, resentful, bitter soul…Searching for nothing but revenge! I’m sorry…

-Heyyy…please don’t cry! Why are you crying? Oh…you are that bird! That bird was you all along and I didn’t noticed!

-No, I’m not that bird…

I am the girl he used to replace his lost golden bird…

 

 

Photo from my personal collection.

I choose not to be afraid!

She smiles back at me, a beautiful, childlike smile. I think it’s strange that, at such a rush hour, we’re the only ones in the furniture store. But then again…fate has strange ways…And it seems that we’re both waiting for the delivery boy who’s always late…

Ten minutes, I’m setting my alarm and I’ll only wait ten minutes. She looks at me intrigued and I see her doing the same thing. We’re separated by a window, or something similar…a decorative element for sure. She seems impatient…

I’m analyzing her and she’s analyzing me, probably searching for a topic to start a conversation. I guess not…I try to imagine how did she spend the past hours. Her hair is still a bit wet…a quick shower before rushing to the door. Her makeup is okay…but this color makes her eyes deeper…like she’s more mature. At a closer look I see dark circles around her eyes and I can tell she doesn’t sleep well at nights…

Her purse is open and I’m curios…maybe a brief look…just a glimpse inside her world. Sleeping pills and…wait…those are for loosing weight. Oh, they wont help…not as long as she’s using food to comfort her broken heart. She’s forcing herself to sleep because every sleepless night makes her terribly aware of every fail…But, after all, what do I know?

She sees me starring and she’s grabbing her purse with stressed gestures. What’s there that’s so precious to her? Maybe a jewelery? I wonder who gave it to her? I’m studying her left hand and I see…her wedding ring left a red trace. She’s touching that red trace from time to time. Oh, I can almost sense the sadness…the wedding ring should be there…she wants it to be there…

So, where’s her love? Is she waiting for him? Oh, look at her eyes…all bright…The thought that she’s in love brings tears into my eyes. I wish I could see them…I can almost imagine him, holding her tight, telling her how much he missed her, stroking her long hair, protecting her. I do hope she feels loved because she seems so fragile and lost…

The alarm! I set it for ten minutes. And she did the same, copying my childish action. We laugh together. I feel close to her, like she’s a part of my life. Would it be very strange…or very wrong…to just go to her and hug her?

-I’m sorry, Madam…would you want me to pack the mirror too? Along with the closet you bought? Madam…

The delivery boy! And now she disappeared…Wait! What mirror?

-What mirror???

-I’m sorry…I just saw you admiring that mirror…it’s an antique…but we have a special offer and…Where…

I run outside and the cold wind is drying my tears. My purse is open and I’m scared. No, it’s more. I’m afraid, I’m terrified and I want back…back home…where my wedding ring still lays on my pillow…It left a red trace on my finger so I had to take it out…

I will go home, but first…I will be brave…this time I will be brave!

-I know it may sound weird, but did you saw a woman here, standing in front of me? I think she was waiting too…

-Nope. Just you, Madam…you admired the mirror for ten minutes so I thought you want to buy it…

One last attempt to gain lucidity.

-So, where’s the mirror now? Did it disappeared just like magic?

He smiles visibly amused.

-In front of you, Madam…no one took it…

The woman in the mirror smiles back at me. She’s kind, strong, courageous, honest and beautiful. And me…I’m proud that she choose to reflect herself through my eyes.