She decided
that since she didn’t have anyone to love her, she’d create one, a perfect
lover, who would fill in till she found him for real. She’d talk to her love,
she’d make him little things, tiny gifts and wrap them and keep them in small
boxes that would be kept in another, bigger paper bag labeled ‘for the future’.
She would have him have all these quirks and habits that she’d grow to love and
her own noises would be adored by him. She’d love him so much that when she met
other guys, outside of her head, she’d end up comparing them to her love and
rejecting them. So she’d be stuck with a figment of her imagination forever
because no one else could hold a candle to his perfection.
She shopped
for paper bags that evening.
Some use paper bags.
ReplyDeleteAnd some settle for diaries full of stolen rhymes, riddles and little things that he might say. :)
How nice would it be if they looked for real people instead. :)
ReplyDeletepretty sure there's a little - a lot of her in me.
ReplyDeleteThere's some of her in everyone who's been a little broken. :)
ReplyDeleteBuy some Bukowski... Either flipkart or there's one Blossoms bookstore in bangalore - no other place really
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