She was large and clumsy. She didn't look you in the eye. She spoke softly, if at all. She didn't offer opinions. I watched her stumble through life, and failed to notice the composition of the heart beneath that white cotton shirt. I never gave her the time of day, but she lit up like a candle when I rounded the corner. She knew my name. She looked for me in a crowd. She never held my apathy against me. One day I realized the absolute diamond she really was, I searched for her then found her. I hugged her for all the time lost, a plea for forgiveness for all my disregard. She held me as if I'd always been there for her. I closed my eyes and was blown away by the shining beauty of Coleen. She'd been handed a dull unremarkable rock from life. And she thought it was amazing.
She was like something out of a magazine. Built like every single worldly man envisioned, she strutted her face and figure through life. Her eyes were provocative when they wanted to be, and contemptuous to anything beneath the perfection she had been granted. Her wishes would be adhered to. She wore her clothes tight. She loved makeup. She laughed only at crass remarks, unless there was something to be gained from pretension. No fault was ever laid on her door - this was a fact she declared at every opportunity. She was the shining sun that the planets spun about. Her perception of the world honestly went no further than that. No deeper. She was handed a shining scepter from life and demanded it be gold.
I am learning that we don't need eyes to see the world. In fact, we see better without them.
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