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The Familiar or The Exotic?
This is a question that I have often pondered.
The familiarity of a woman that I have known for years, that I see every day and that stands beside me when things get tough.
Or the exotic of my wife, a woman that I never really knew very well that I hardly ever see and waits for me to return home. A woman that rarely smiles or shows any emotion or feeling other than betrayal because I spend more time at work than at home. A woman that I haven't seen in years.
The familiar of the exotic?
Molten chocolate eyes twinkling with mischief. A smile that leaves me weak and yet, very calm. A smile that tells me everything is all right. An infectious laugh that brightens the most tense and upsetting of moods. Long, flowing deep chestnut hair floating on a gentle breeze.
Or those captivating hazel eyes that show attention. These eyes that turn from warm and loving, to hard and accusing in less than a second. A smile seen so rarely that you do not recognize her when she does. A smile that makes you feel guilty and ashamed. That shoulder length brown hair that always stays perfectly in place. Never moving even in the strongest of winds.
The familiar or the exotic?
She races the wind. She laughs in the face of death, challenges me to do my best, and never takes no for an answer. Dares to beat her at her own game, and blends into a crowd. She is honest, loyal, true, and bold. Gives you a shoulder to lean on and makes you laugh when you want to cry.
The other one goes with the flow. She laughs in your face, beats you up when you already feel broken, and never lets you get a word in edgewise. She lets you know what she thinks of any given situation and sticks out like a sore thumb. She wants to be in control. She gave you a son, which makes it harder to decide.
The familiar or the exotic?
A friend that is always there when you need her. A friend that knows you as well as you know yourself and vice versa. A friend with an unknown past that wants to stay buried forever. A friend with a safely guarded secret that needs someone to bring out. A friend that cares about people.
A wife that yells and scolds, that you have known since the earliest days of your childhood. A wife with no secrets and a child at her side. A wife you sometimes forget that you have and a son that you hardly know. A wife that never lets you forget how lucky you are to have her. A wife that is always counting for you to come home. A wife that hates all your friends and blames them for your hardly being at home.
The familiar or exotic?
A friend or your wife?
Someone you'd trust with your life?
Or someone that wants to end it?
Your heart or you sense of duty?
The prince you both care about as a son or the boy you hardly know, that is your son?
The familiar or exotic?
How will you decide if you ever get to choose?
Please read and review.
The Familiar or The Exotic?
This is a question that I have often pondered.
The familiarity of a woman that I have known for years, that I see every day and that stands beside me when things get tough.
Or the exotic of my wife, a woman that I never really knew very well that I hardly ever see and waits for me to return home. A woman that rarely smiles or shows any emotion or feeling other than betrayal because I spend more time at work than at home. A woman that I haven't seen in years.
The familiar of the exotic?
Molten chocolate eyes twinkling with mischief. A smile that leaves me weak and yet, very calm. A smile that tells me everything is all right. An infectious laugh that brightens the most tense and upsetting of moods. Long, flowing deep chestnut hair floating on a gentle breeze.
Or those captivating hazel eyes that show attention. These eyes that turn from warm and loving, to hard and accusing in less than a second. A smile seen so rarely that you do not recognize her when she does. A smile that makes you feel guilty and ashamed. That shoulder length brown hair that always stays perfectly in place. Never moving even in the strongest of winds.
The familiar or the exotic?
She races the wind. She laughs in the face of death, challenges me to do my best, and never takes no for an answer. Dares to beat her at her own game, and blends into a crowd. She is honest, loyal, true, and bold. Gives you a shoulder to lean on and makes you laugh when you want to cry.
The other one goes with the flow. She laughs in your face, beats you up when you already feel broken, and never lets you get a word in edgewise. She lets you know what she thinks of any given situation and sticks out like a sore thumb. She wants to be in control. She gave you a son, which makes it harder to decide.
The familiar or the exotic?
A friend that is always there when you need her. A friend that knows you as well as you know yourself and vice versa. A friend with an unknown past that wants to stay buried forever. A friend with a safely guarded secret that needs someone to bring out. A friend that cares about people.
A wife that yells and scolds, that you have known since the earliest days of your childhood. A wife with no secrets and a child at her side. A wife you sometimes forget that you have and a son that you hardly know. A wife that never lets you forget how lucky you are to have her. A wife that is always counting for you to come home. A wife that hates all your friends and blames them for your hardly being at home.
The familiar or exotic?
A friend or your wife?
Someone you'd trust with your life?
Or someone that wants to end it?
Your heart or you sense of duty?
The prince you both care about as a son or the boy you hardly know, that is your son?
The familiar or exotic?
How will you decide if you ever get to choose?