Sweet November

She...
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay

She...
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She...
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She...
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry

She...
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die

She...
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years

I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is she...

Elvis Costello-- 'She'



If you blink, you may miss her. She'll be right in front of you and yet not there at all. I've met dreamers before but no one more grounded than her. She is elusive yet forthcoming... so much so that one linear narrative would not do her beauty justice. It's an inexplicable feeling, being swept away in a flurry of emotion and silence that emanates from this being. She can make you fall in love, invoke feelings of hatred, anguish, lust, vulnerability and devotion from you, all in one breath.
As you can no doubt tell by now, this is not going to be easy.

Issues. Where do I begin? Intimacy, check! Pretense, check! But try and get her to mince words and she puts you through the grinder. A shrill yet melodic "How dare you?" echoes through the courtyard, drowning out the sharp slapping sound which preceded it. But even think of retaliating and you're doomed forever. This one knows how to dish it out, but there are times where you think, "Just how much can on person take?"
She takes the cake.

Its not the way her ears glow red as she rummages through her brain for the appropriate response. The moment is so fleeting that its gone in the blink of an eye. Arms akimbo, she could look calm and relaxed even if she was sitting on a cactus branch. Not that this would or could ever happen. Luxury is what this one craves and she gets it too. Trusting but not blind. Emotional but not sentimental. Romantic but not hopeless. A walking contradiction if I ever saw one.
Like I said, this is not going to be easy.

She tests people like chemists test acid... very carefully. Every word is weighed, measured and then delivered with such heart-wrenching precision that you are forced to pry your eyes away from that angelic face and obligated to respond within the next few seconds. Missing your cue can be fatal. She catches everything and misses nothing. Her superpower is her clarity, yet she is hardly clear on anything regarding herself.
Objectively subjective when she wants, unreasonably pretty the rest of the time. This one will have you eating your heart out if you're not careful.

Time flies with her. You could start a conversation on Wednesday and be talking well into Friday. If it weren't for the mobile phone companies, one could break the Guinness Record for the Longest Phone Call Ever while talking to her. And you wouldn't even know it. Talking is as easy as breathing. She'll answer any question you throw at her, as long as she controls the conversation. As soon as things start getting too hairy, she'll slap you back to reality with a firm, yet gentle hand. You've been bewitched!

You might begin to think she's perfect, but that's not possible. You might think she's damaged, but that's not true either. She can put you to sleep with her tender touch, or send you packing straight into the next world with the slightest of suggestions. She scares me, and I like that.
This is not going to be easy. But all good things come to those who wait.