Tap. Tap.
Tap. Read a few more words, write
a few more words.
This is
the same story I have written a million times before. The Post-It notes, the scratch paper, the
nailpolish covered notebook paper, the snippets typed into my computer in the
middle of the night. It is always the
same story.
And the
story starts like this…
Once
upon a time there was a boy. He was
handsome and witty, but the world didn’t see him that way. No, the world saw him as shy and
withdrawn. Attractive, but not attractive
enough to called upon as gorgeous. Here
we enter a girl. This girl was a little
too loud when she was tired (which was all the time) and found it easy to find
the best in other people.
Here
they meet. Somewhere in the middle of
life they run into each other. Maybe it
was a school thing, a college thing, a work thing, a church thing, or they were
connected by a brother and a roommate being in love; who knows.
Suddenly
it becomes interesting; our girl suddenly finds herself ridiculously attracted
to our boy. For some reason he finds her
easy to talk to and opens up to her in a way that he typically avoids. People around their blossoming friendship
take notice. Mutual friends/acquaitences
are quick to point out that Boy never opens up like this; he doesn’t spend this
much time with anyone let alone a girl he isn’t dating. Girl brings out the best in Boy. She sees him for the man he actually is and
people begin to see a change, at least when she is around.
And the
mistake is made: Girl takes these whispers, snippets, conversations to
heart. She begins to believe there is something
there, that there is a reason for the boy’s attention and friendship, maybe
something beyond just friendship. This
is a bad choice.
I have
written this story so many times. I’d
like a new story line.
I want
the story to read like this…
Once
upon a time there was a girl. She was a
little too loud when she was tired (which was all the time), but she found it
easy to find the best in other people.
Unfortunately she didn’t always see it in herself. Here we enter a boy. He was courageous in his own way, kind,
honest and loyal. He believed in using
his strength for the betterment of others.
Here
they meet. Somewhere in the middle of
life they run into each other. Maybe it
was a school thing, a college thing, a work thing, a church thing, or perhaps
it was simply that they kept seeing each other at a favorite book store; who
knows.
Suddenly
it becomes interesting; our boy suddenly finds himself ridiculously attracted to
our girl. For some reason he finds her
easy to talk to and finds her opening up to him in a way he didn’t expect. He gives her courage to be exactly who she is
meant to be and she gives him strength to be the man he needs to be. People around their blossoming friendship
take notice. Mutual friends/aquaintences
are quick to point out that Girl never taken pride in her goodness before and
that Boy seems to be fighting for something.
They bring out the very best in each other. People begin to see changes in them both, and
they’re both growing.
This is
no mistake. Boy realizes that Girl is
exactly what he wants to fight for, and Girl realizes Boy is who she wants to
give strength to all her life. This is a
good choice.
They
are in love.
This is
the story I want to be a part of. The
first one is a vicious cycle that causes nothing but brokenness…it’s time to
get off that train and find a new track that will take me to the second story. The second story is where I belong.
Where
do you belong?
