This Isn't About Regret, It's About Something Entirely New.

The wind blew her hair free. Did you see it?

He said he likes it when she smiles, laughs. She's happy at the thought cause all she ever wanted was to shine. She wanted something within her that made her Fall-In-Love worthy. You know the kind, the ones in movies that time goes in slow motion for. The kind that get heart breaking montages. The kind that are beautiful. singular. and not, not cingular.

SHe wanted to be all that and never found it within herself. wanted you to. Wanted you to show her, prove to her, that she had it all along. But she doesn't.

Silly girl, she doesn't. SHe doesn't even have a beautiful misery. But she does have these moments. The wind has blown her hair free.

But she's no shampoo commercial. She get's no sexy music, a toss of the head. She's unkept, like always. She's bordering dirty, like always. She's no perfect face beauty.

She knows her flaws, magnified. larger than anyone else can see. She knows her perfections. larger than anyone else can see.

She knows her own darks and lights (she's brown). She knows her straights and curls (she's waved). She knows the contours of her body. Her ugliness and her opposite that. She knows the way she's looked at and the way she wants to be.

But she doesn't know everything. Not anymore. SHe doesn't know her heart. She doesn't know yours. She doesn't know that they're the same. She doesn't know pain. she doesn't know freedom. SHe knows nothing.

But here she is, palms up, open, waiting. Her eyes shine from the sun, or maybe it's from tears. Her mouth pouts. Maybe to hide her smile. Maybe to hide her pain. Nkaed and clothes.

Here she stands, the wind has blown her hair down.