Back when you were younger do you remember those “Little Miss” books?
Well, a little while back, when I was out and about with a friend in Westwood we stopped in a gift store called Aah’s! Walking in, you essentially knew what you were getting into. Everyone has been to those cheesy shops at some point in their lives. Some, more so than others. It was littered with silly gag gifts and other assorted randomness.
Most of the time you walk into shops like that just for the experience of them. Rarely, if ever do you buy something or know someone that does. At least, not unless they are in their teens or know someone who is about to hit 40.
That night though I did find something. I found a couple of things actually. One is indeed silly and I may have to return to get it to send to someone important. The other? A few buttons that I put on the messenger bag that I carry most everywhere. This story is about one button in particular- one that had the image and name of one called “Mr. Perfect.”
Little did I know, that perhaps that was a magnet for the person I would soon find to be my Mr. Perfect- HOM.
After we met it seemed very odd that the button mysteriously fell off my bag. I put it in my pocket and held it close. It was as if fate was telling me something…
The button is still in my pocket. I want not to draw in anyone else. I firmly believe that I found what I was looking for, even if it may or may not be the right time for it to happen.
Muse for Hire trudges on… those cranes have not been finished yet. I realize more and more that I know where pure inspiration comes from. That perhaps I already knew.
Mr. Perfect is in my pocket. The dream is still there. I lived it and think about it…but I don’t think about it. I know that even if it wasn’t him… then damn I came the closest that I’ve ever gotten to it yet.
In the aftermath of the nuclear blast (a story which I am still devoted to help him pen) there is a sole survivor.
I wonder if Mr. Perfect will return and grace the nights and days with that light again or if the light that burns twice as bright will burn out twice as fast yet again.
To you my dear, I would Walk Through Hell.
I really firmly believe that there was a reason why we encountered eachother. That there was a bit of serendipity. That it was about something more. It was real. It was tangible. It was… a movie that I will never forget.
I care about you more than you know.
I’m sorry that things turned out the way they did that day. We were supposed to be flying kites high above the sky… the week that we had made me feel like that inside.
There are things I want to show you. Experiences that I still want to have with you. Mr. Perfect… you are everything I always wanted and more.
If you’d only let me.
I miss you my dearest. I am looking for that way home… as I said before, San Diego my heart is yours. This time, more than ever do I know that to be true.