
See the light? Three times. I went to that place three times and almost didn’t catch it. The first, without a camera, the second a moment too late. The third was a last chance attempt with little more than ten minutes before the shadows stole what we’d come for. I almost missed it.
And the tear? The broken fabric? I could have taken it out. I almost did. And then I realized I’d be altering the past. Pretending everything was perfectly perfect. I’m not good at that. This vintage dress has a history. A life. And most of it is beautiful and sweet and worthy of celebrating. The tear is just one small part and has a beauty all of it’s own. I almost missed it.
And see the girl? A stranger, once. Then a simple email exchange. Two years ago. We shared a lot. Photography, our love of pretty, a whole lot of sweet music. But when her Dad left one day and suffocating grief took his place, I wished we shared nothing at all. I knew too much. My heart hurt for hers. The tear in her soul can’t be seen easily but it’s there, every moment of every day. I know the pain in that flaw but I also see it’s beauty. She is soft and amazing and real. I almost missed her.
S x