me and you.
it's like an attempt to fit into a size 0 dress when you're a size 6. you're relieved when you manage to pull it pass your hips and the zip goes all the way up. but for the entire time you're self-conscious, you pray that it won't burst at the seams, you tug at it incessantly, you can't wait to change into your comfiest pair of shorts. and when you do. that dress. you toss it it to the back of your wardrobe and it adds to your pile of discarded clothes. forgotten
me and you.
we're like door gifts at a dinner party, all prettied up with bows and flowers. little ornaments nestled among potpourri and colored tissue. expensive in appearance and details but lacking in every other department. because really. who has much use for scented soap and inscribed candle holders
me and you.
made me realize. that two people. even with a list of things in common, a list so long you could rattle off and take forever to get to the bottom of. doesn't necessarily make them compatible. and just maybe. the things they share, believe in and advocate for, from the most insignificant to the most substantial , accumulates. and if it's true that opposites attract, then that's gonna backfire isn't it.
me and you.
i hope i make sense.
(this was initially scribbled on a notebook when i was getting really emotional (LOL) for my private keeping then i decided might as well blog la)
