Love is a multi-splendored thing

Sometimes Love doesn't quite take the shape one (me) wants it to.
Sometimes it doesn't even near the colour, shade, fragrance nor function I have in mind. Sometimes it isn't even made up of those components.

And so sometimes one (me) just has to accept, hopefully without resentment, or too much resentment - I'm not perfect (yet) - the configuration that it does come in.

Live like Water.

Especially when it comes to Love.

So there's this guy...
Fuck if only I had a nickle for every time I said that verbal mal mot!

Love and Fear.
Chicken and Egg.
Two sides of that proverbial coin.
Like white on rice.

So there's this guy...
And it seems so good on paper...
And if only...
And maybe he will...
But when?

And "accept", as it says on the Japanese watch I bought in the Chinese-run dollar store of a small Czech town.
Accept the shape it is 'cause being fully with what is is the only way to ride the magic train to what will be. Otherwise you have to walk. And it can be a long circuitous route in a bad pair of shoes.

(FYI: my watch also says "Water Resistant" and "Quartz"; omens to be deciphered at a future date, on a need-to-know basis)

And I know that if I'm fully here in the beauty of What Is (even if it's crappy and weird), I won't even care in that moment about What Will Be.

What Is will reveal itself to be so glorious that The Future, or in truth, my suggestions to the Powers That Be for possible Futures, will not seduce my mind away from What Is in the least. Not to mention the added benefit; I'll be right there to luxuriate in every delicious particle of What Is.

I suppose the difficulty I'm having is this peripheral Feeling of Inevitability. Which, and I'm quite open to this possibility, might just be lingering neurosis on my behalf. Or vivid imagination, with which I'm epically blessed. The feeling that "This is The One" or at least "This is The Next One". Which could still be entirely true and all this What Is I'm struggling to graciously accept are just developmental processes at work.

Or not.

And it's "Just Friends" for ever and ever and ever, as far as the eye can see.
Like Yertle the Turtle.
Except with frogs.
Frogs all the way up.
And not a Prince in sight.