Watching strangers on the street, happy and in love with their perfect smiles and watching each other stare into their eyes contently. They are blissfully un aware that the lights have changed, could not care that they are standing in the path of people with places to be and deadlines to meet...
They are on their own timeframe and it's set to last forever with no where else to be but in eachother gaze.
It is moments like this when you can have realisations, many which can come to mind but the ones that flood the female passers by are the features which make this woman so beautiful that someones day can stop.
The features that you are missing, what she has that you could never possess. Now, this isn't a directed feeling, it isn't really about the couple who stand their aimlessly in love, it is a self critique that we, the female population of this busy bustling city possess.
Not even the sound of the roadworks on the street can drown out the voice inside us that shouts our flaws and shines on imperfections.
Why would anyone ever look at you the way he emptied his heart into hers? You have too much to solve and too many problems to fix with your own appearance before you fall into the catogory of beauty.
I cannot look at mirrors, my own reflection is the biggest red flag that i have so far to go and show little hope of ever changing into that striking girl accross the street. I have never been her, never will be her and never wish anyone to be so unfortunate as to fall in love with someone like me. If my appearance disgusts me, then so it should every one else.. For they see what is real and myr ose tinted glasses have been knocked off with the ending of childhood and the realisation that i will forever be, a work in progress.
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