Dating : Blinded by the street light he stumbled off the curb and onto the pavement.

Blinded by the street light he stumbled off the curb and onto the pavement. Not sure if the streetlight deserves all the blame, sober wouldn’t be a descriptive word used to describe him. Crawling back onto the sidewalk brushing past girls who would only ever hold his attention for short periods of time, he moved with a sense of urgency. Essentially distractions on his path, the women he came across were something special, but nothing compared to what held his eyes captive. Beautiful distractions, maybe, but distractions nonetheless.

His focus was drawn to the other side of the street for some reason. No matter who occupied the space beside him, walking stride for stride with him for short stints, they could never command all of his attention. The girl across the street, the woman garnered that all on her own. An aura surrounded her, the men filed in line one by one, and the women on his side of the street couldn’t help but compare themselves. Their deduction always led them to some sort of self-improvement or new workout plan or outfit. Nothing ever filled that void for them though, because there’d always be another girl to find comparison in. That alone is what separated the woman he found at the center of his focus from the women that accompanied his side every now and again; she was who she was. She wasn’t playing the game of life to compare herself to others but to pursue a life that made her smile. She found beautiful things in the women around her that inspired her, so she’d add that on, but wouldn’t ever stress about measuring up to such women. She knew individually each woman was something of priceless value. You can’t compare something that’s custom made.

This is why he moved with such urgency. The thought of meeting her at the next stop sign or light, the point where their sides connect and the intersection creates the bridge of two different paths. A pretty thing to see, a man with a purpose past pointless pussy chasing. Along his path women were bound to come and go, leaving him with life lessons and new experiences, but in the end creating the perfect man for the woman across the street. Pushing growth in him during that walk to the intersection. Allowing him to work through trial and error in the realm of relationships.

Sometimes too occupied with the woman next to him, arrested by the style of some women, he’d forget to look over. Taken aback by their unique mannerisms and their beauty, his focus would be overpowered. A certain woman walked beside him for a while. He found comfort in her presence, and felt as if he’d lost the need to glance across the street anymore. He thought maybe this was the girl he’d spend his time around for the rest of his life.

But, the moment he miss-stepped and fell off the curb, her help was nowhere to be found. To her, he was just eye candy to be seen with, to him, she was more. Until she wasn’t. Plagued by such heartbreak he slumped down the sidewalk, head down unfit for contact of any kind. He made quick work of the women that followed, knocking them off the curb one by one. Emotionless. He’d grown or maybe he’d hardened. He felt someone was watching him and managed to pick his head up, glancing across the street he saw the thing that had him moving urgently in the first place.

She was alone, strolling down her path reeking positivity. Smiling at him and no one else. She’d dealt with heartbreak and picked herself up, knocked to the curb but brushed it off and kept moving. What he had went through, she knew about far too well. She was strong, the backbone he knew he needed. He was driven and protective, the combo she’d never had. Maybe for stints, maybe the guys on her side would mimic such things but never ended up being as much as advertised.

They made it to a light, it was red. He walked up to the pole and pressed the button. So did she. She went to move out onto the walkway and a smile swelled her face corner to corner. On the brink of bursting with emotion, finally being able to at the very least touch him. He was pulled back, and swung around by the woman who left him on the side of the curb. She brushed past him a few times after the incident and made inconsistent contact. Something was rekindled and at the worst possible time. He grabbed her hand and stayed on his path. Tears filled her eyes as she walked back onto her path. Turning her head to the side, shielding it away from his field of view.

They were back on their individual paths, growth still needed to be done. Or maybe the timing was just off.