Love demands something beautiful. Something ephemeral and perfect; from a distance of lingering eyes that search of that one moment of permanence. It demands a sense of completion and wholeness.
Of images of ourselves that are fragmented with pretence. For we cannot afford to be who we really are if we want to be loved.
The shortcomings, the flaws, the million failures shine like stars on the shoulders of fallen soldiers. WE have earned those accolades after years of darkness- we never wear it with pride. We give it the limelight of shame. "Look at me- I am a failure! But you won't get to see it- for I will show you what shines. Or what I think- shines."