I miss you...

"My forehead occupies three-fourths of my face" I tell her while stuffing my face with pizza.
"Oh God!" she rolls her eyes, but I am immune to her judgmental eye-rolls and impatient hmmms. So I scream and point at it- "Really...look!"

"Hmmm.."

I measure its length between my thumb and finger, and compare it to the rest of my face.

She bursts out laughing.

"I think I need a flick..." I mope into the diet coke.

"Me too" she adds in her patent I-feel-your-pain kinda way, "I have a widow's peak"

We study our reflections in the window.

Wishing

Be careful of what you wish for. That one's always stuck in my mind. Maybe because of Edgar Allen Poe. Or maybe because I'm always wishing for something. Wishing on an eyelash, wishing by a well, wishing on red vans and black cars...all the time. I stand in line, she's sitting on her shelf (all by herself) and we are waiting.

I have spent so long anticipating that I have almost forgetten what it is like to have. To see, touch, smell rather than dream and wonder and wish. Have you ever noticed how life is just a series of anticipatory moments, its like this big dress rehearsal, we are all running around, getting stage directions, prompters, lights, dress, hair, make-up- everything in place- for that one big moment. The opening night of our lives. We cross our fingers hoping that this one, God let this one be the one big hit of my life so I don't need to go back to wiping tables at the local coffee shop....We wish, all the time and stare at the half empty glass of water and dream of it bubbling with champagne.

Play it cool.

Put the shades on. And the red lipstick that never really worked for you. Insist it does. Wear your high heels, let them streak across the sand. Let the dress blow in the wind- a la Marilyn Monroe. Do the little twirl, the shimmy, the hip shake-

There's nothing with more scope for style than a heartbreak.

Weekends

We are beautiful, tired and really not in the mood.
"Murphy's law" she tells me.
I want to slap her smug face.