I didn't like her for the way she danced with my demons but for the way she made the sun shine in the darkest alley. The darkest alley that had consumed my mind for the longest period of time. She was different, yet had similar qualities to my past. She was eager to please me, yet was realistic. Knowing the heart she was after has a wall higher than China's. It didn't stop her. It didn't stop her from laughing at my harsh and brutal opinions of her and everything else in the world. She's strong. In a way I have yet to figure out. She had made me find a new favorite color, as I stare into her eyes a blue I can not find anywhere else. Maybe it's her total acceptance of a damaged heart. "How could you chose bruised and scarred over pretty, innocent and red. The color of red. " That's my main thought. So I sit, gaze at the sunflowers flowing out of my red vase. They're beautiful, bright and bring a sense of happiness. She has that in common with my favorite flower. How could I tell her every dirty part and she still musters the words "you're perfect?" How could I possibly feel like this time, I believe her. Her gentle thoughts are what guide me. She doesn't even know it. Her pure heart, is teaching me how to forgive myself. Maybe, just maybe.. I didn't need someone compatible with my demons. Maybe I needed someone to out shine me when it came to love. As I walk down my alley its getting lighter, I hope one day I run into a sunflower field.
