"The next night we went on our first date and she was so funny and pretty but more importantly she emits some gentle power that makes me want to be good. You'll think it frivolous of me to say I knew I'd marry her on that first date, but the truth is I fell in love with her when she hit me with that bottle. Like Cupid in a riot. From the first date I changed. No more women. Well, actually, thousands of women. I wake up to a different one each day, but they're all her. She's still sleeping next to me now, tranquil and silently beguiling, it's impossible to ally her with the incandescent girl that lazes through the day. Her hand rests on her shoulder and I can see the ring I gave her when I asked her to marry me, at midnight on New Year's Eve in India, under a full moon, a blue moon. Once in a blue moon. She said yes. She chose me, bottled me and cuffed me. And now this is my life, my girl, this beautiful woman. Just her and the revolution."
It’s funny how you can be so close to someone, so inseparable, so in love and then somehow all of it just gets forgotten. Like it never happened, never mattered. Like you’re two strangers that give each other fleeting glances but nothing more. How you float through memories but pretend like they don’t mean anything anymore, like all of those wonderful moments didn’t change you, like it doesn’t bother you that you really are strangers now.
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others.