Two snooty ladies bathed in long, beautiful dresses and were gossiping about their husbands near the courtyard fountain.
“It’s very satisfying to be married to a doctor” cackled the woman dressed in red.
“Johnathon’s conviction rate is 93 percent. His money is just marvelous!” the blue gowned beauty grinned from ear to ear.
I walked past them in a hurry for my shift as a caterer. The snarky women turned their heads and red hissed “It’s sad how some people have to live a life of working low level jobs.”
Blue nodded in agreement “Who is he going to attract without money?”
An unknown force froze my feet onto the pavement. As I grew closer, I noticed their beauty was only candy-dipped and never reached the core.
I cleared my throat and saw my way into the conversation “I may not have a ton of money, but that’s not what love is about. Love is talking to someone and wanting to talk to them for the rest of your life. Thinking about them when they aren’t in your peripheral vision and when they are right in front of you, not being able to stop staring at them. Captured by every word they say and having difficulty containing your smile. Trusting that when they are away, they come back to you clean of deception. Being open and honest with them, even when it’s difficult. Embracing each other in the light and never leaving when life gets dark. Making them laugh sends your spirit through the sky. Love is more than a materialistic view. It’s about connecting from within.”
The two women were flabbergasted that I even approached them. But they quickly shook it off and the diva in red said “Whatever. Let’s go inside.”
Everyone has their own definition of love, you just have to find someone whose definition coexists with yours.
