I’d been alone in the crowd for as long as my memory stretched. I couldn’t seem to find what I was looking for. Mostly, I was just waiting to be found (by someone).
Fluorescent lights filled my days these days. Cash registers beeped in the distance. I just wanted someone to take me home to meet their mother. Was this so wrong? Don’t we all want that connection (with someone)?
I met some remarkable people! The connection was there. It seemed like a spark when we were in the crowd, but once we were alone, I wilted. It seemed like I couldn’t compare. I was resigned. It didn’t work out (with anyone).
“Are my standards too high?” I asked Pete, my manager.
“Could be,” Pete replied, “Could be. But who’s to say? You’ve got a lot going for you!”
I lowered my standards. I made myself available, looking my best. A suitor came along.
We considered one another. I wasn’t sure about this, but I was willing to take a chance. So was my suitor. We went home together and have been together ever since.
I’m glad to not be alone. And he’s a good and fair companion. The time we do have together is great, but I have to admit, we don’t go out as much as I thought we would. Sometimes I feel like a pair of pants, half forgotten in a drawer.
But I’m not. I’m worth something. Our time together may be short, but we make the most of it. I’m not forgotten.
I’m a pair of blue pants (not navy) and I am loved and valued.
——- This post is part of Slice of Life 21. Confused? See yesterday’s post.