“We have so much in common!”
Is what you said to me as we roamed the somewhat busy streets of downtown Norfolk that Saturday. We muttered glorified gibberish to each other for what seemed like eternity. The sound that managed to escape our scarves rang in out ears like sleigh bells. You wanted to live in New York. I wanted to live in New York. With both of us living in the small town that we did, we yearned for the two day release of the weekend that permitted us to surround ourselves by the skyscrapers and inhabitants of the city. You were an avid lover of Fashion, and I could scroll through inspiration albums for days. You were a renowned dancer, and Music was my daily fuel, driving my brain like coffee. You were virtually a model, and I was practically a mistake. Ridden with facial imperfections, messy hair, and emotional baggage, I was trash compared to your glowing aura, perfect looks, and positive outlook. Every day after classes, you would go to slave away at your dance studio. I would exert all my remaining energy at practice. Neither of us had time for a relationship. I had never dated a single person in all the years that I lived. You had a strong, reliable, and charming boyfriend.
We had so much in common, yet we remain so far apart.