He gives a lovely light

She always thought he was the most gorgeous thing in the universe. She was so thankful for everyday she had to witness him being him. With his jet black sometimes slicked back sometimes wavy hair, to the lashes he swore were naturally curled (she had to get her lashes permed to be even half as pretty as his), to his perfectly buffed fingernails, to his laugh that made you want to hold him tight hoping that some of his laughter would stay imprinted in your pores, so that you never ever felt lonely, and to the way he could switch from being well-spoken and eloquent in all kinds of languages that make you feel dizzy to all of a sudden exclaiming "We are such fierce bitches!" while sashaying down an imaginary runway. She loved that he smelled like pear martinis and glittery daggers. She remembered reading somewhere that the ideal version of female parts can sometimes be found in men. He had legs any ballerina would kill for. Long and lean but strong....he could pirouette your face off!
His closet was full of chinchilla furs, Tsubi jeans, and Hermes shoes. She would dress herself up in his clothes when he was away for weeks at a time. In some ways she thought he was poison to her. When he would enter a room, everyone would stare and harbor either secret prejudice or curiosity for him because of his Adonis-like features...making her feel like a tiny insignificant wood nymph. She knew she needed to lose a few pounds when she couldn't fit in his expensive jeans anymore, she never let her hair hang loose around her face....it was always up in a ponytail since it could not compete with his shiny sparkly locks. Whenever a new boy talked to her, it always turned out that they only wanted to know more about her "friend".
Before she had the chance to tell him it hurt being his shadow, he would go and do something lovely for her. He would do things that would quickly take away her anger and even hatred of knowing somebody of his androgynous pulchritude. When he was hours away in another country, he would call her in the middle of the night while she was fast asleep and sing a song to her voicemail that he had translated into Russian or French, accent and all...and end the message with "Goodnight lover. Sleep fast!" When a boy would break her heart, he would make her favorite foods and they would drown themselves in champagne and tears. He would take her to fancy spas where they would get Thai coconut body scrubs, and Shiatsu massages. He gave her makeovers where he made her look like Iris, the Goddess of the rainbow with long flowy scrunched hair, and sky blue eyelids. At the end of the day when they were both wrapped up in satin robes curled up on his antique furniture munching on truffles he bought on his many travels, he'd whisper "You look prettiest with no make up on at all." Then it angered her all over again that he was the only one that saw her as beautiful....

À la claire fontaine...

I decided to make a new blog specifically for short stories/poems/randomness that I've written since I didn't think it belonged on my normal day to day "Mommy blog". I hope you enjoy it! I named this blog after one of my favorite French songs called "A la claire fontaine". Here are the lyrics to the song and its translation. http://www.mamalisa.com/?t=es&p=141&c=22

The song was also in the movie "The Painted Veil". http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TYP7VsZ7jg

Oh! And there is also a movie starring Kristin Scott Thomas of the same name. They translated it to mean: "I've loved you so long". So pretty!