We have the privilege of living with two opposites. Their personalities are absolutely perpendicular. One is loving, lazy and slightly lugubrious. The other desires attention but denies affection.
But when I manipulate my key into the lock, finally opening the door to our flat, these two sets of brown eyes console me.
Ada, the beauty, seems to go to great lengths to be noticed. She is in a constant, delicate tension of lingering and lurking all for the purpose of achieving her narcissistic ambition.
Now Eva, she just adds a layer to the carpet. The pretty little beast's legs are inconveniently short, requiring double the effort to set her into motion. Thus she has resigned herself to sedentary living.
This summer I have functioned independently from everything and everyone I've really ever known.
And while self-governance brings many happy freedoms, sometimes I don't realize just how suspended I am on my own string, detached from exterior responsibility and familiarity. I hadn't realized I had been missing the sentiment "I've been waiting for you." And the anticipatory gazes from these two seems remind me that beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder.
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