Sunday, October 30, 2005

Just think of the papercuts.

A few weeks ago, I saw one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Her long, brunette hair flowed and draped itself over her perfectly tanned skin. Every hint of her passion was unveiled from just a glimpse into her deep brown eyes. Her lips were strong and full but bared not a hint of a smile. I would have given anything to see her lips part and pull upwards in a moment of joy, but this proves to be impossible when the girl you are gazing upon is merely a single image in the weekly Target advertisement.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, and I couldn’t bear to throw her away like the rest of the rabble in the Sunday ads. I set the advertisement aside and vowed to keep her stowed away safely and to cherish her for all time.

But I forgot. A while later while cleaning my room, I saw the week old advertisement sitting in the corner and without a second thought, tossed it out. After a few days, to my horror, I realized my mistake, but it was too late. The trash had already been taken away. The girl of my dreams was now wasting away in a landfill somewhere.

She was gone forever.

Or so I thought.

This morning I opened the Target ad to find she had returned to me. She was as lovely as ever, and I was overjoyed to see her beautiful face one more time. I promised to never let her out of my sight again.

…and this is how depressing my life is.