In fashion


It was cold this weekend, a real winter that I so dislike. I didn’t want to go out and I didn’t want to stay alone either. I called the girls to come for a sleepover. That’s always nice – four of us together. In the morning we had coffee, I think my kitchen table likes the sight of us, holding each a cup with rainbow roses. Half asleep, half awake we were just having a silly conversation until one of us said:
–” Do you know girls, there’s something on the market called LOVE, they say it’s new in fashion, it’s kind of expensive and they don’t have it in stock in all shops, but if you find it and it’s good quality then you know you’ve got the best buy ever!”
–“What is it? What do you do with it?”- asked the other one.
–“Well, I don’t really know, I’ve never seen one, but from what I’ve heard it makes you feel great once you have it.”

And then someone’s phone rang and the conversation about the new item in fashion ended there. But after they left I thought: ” Love, love, love why does it sound so familiar?”. Maybe I had it somewhere at home and I just didn’t know about it? Maybe I bought it and I forgot about it? I went to the bedroom and looked around, nothing there was like something called LOVE. What if I had it in the cupboard with the clothes I rarely wear? No. Just a pile with shirts, pile with underwear and socks, no LOVE. It wasn’t hanging with the trousers and the jackets either.

I sat on the floor to check the blue box with special memories I keep under the bed and again nothing seemed like LOVE. Maybe after all I was wrong to think LOVE is something I know about. Silence and then …
“Oh, yes! The kitchen!”- I heard myself saying out loud. Maybe we store LOVE in the fridge, so it will be kept for a longer time, fresh and nice to be used? I ran to the kitchen and opened the door on the fridge. I looked on all shelves, but the only thing that really made me feel great was the yogurt with strawberries in it. Delicious the yogurt was, but … “If this is LOVE” – I said to myself – “Here would write LOVE, not yogurt”. So I left the half-eaten yogurt and disappointed went to the living room.

I saw the books and I remembered: “Yay, finally”- in some books there was the word LOVE. Here we go! This is it, it must be what they were talking about. But then how come LOVE which is meant for other people can make you feel great? LOVE in the books was for people who lived centuries ago, so again, not the right thing I was looking for. I sat on the couch ready to give up on the idea about LOVE and right in front of me few albums with pictures …
“Let me give it one last look” – I decided. Maybe LOVE is somewhere in there? Pictures of me, pictures with the family, pictures with friends, pictures with ex-boyfriends. Some woke up tenderness and care, some made me laugh, some made me miss people I haven’t seen in a long time and I didn’t feel really great, just sweet and joyful because of the memories.

All night I couldn’t sleep. LOVE was now an obsession and I spent the night thinking about which shop I will go to first thing in the morning. As soon as the time the shops to be open came, I left home. I was in and out of malls, beauty-centers, supermarkets … None had LOVE, none of them! Everywhere the same and the same answers: “Out of stock”, “We never had it”, “Out of stock”, “We never had it”. I was so tired and discouraged by the failure of all my attempts to find whatever LOVE was that I didn’t even notice how I ended up sitting on some rocks on the beach. I felt the cold air going under my jacket and touching my skin not so pleasantly. I could feel the tears trying to break out of my eyes, but I was so frustrated that I didn’t find what I was looking for that I said to myself: –“Blaga, don’t you dare cry! No tear drop will be wasted for something we don’t even know that exists!”

But tears sometimes don’t care about what you want or not, they just come and … And right then I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned around and I saw a man, divine … –“Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” – he asked. For some reason his voice, so soft, made me cry even more and all I could do was to fall in his arms. He didn’t say anything, didn’t try to move me away, he was just hugging me quietly, holding me tight. When I stopped crying he asked again what the problem was. I lifted my head and said: “There is this thing called LOVE, I’ve been looking for it all day and I still don’t have it and I don’t know why but it hurts.”

He smiled at me and his smile was saying “Silly you” and I felt great, more than great …
— What do you feel when you look at my eyes? – he asked.
— I feel like I’m loosing myself in a land full with flowers and sunshine is all over. – I answered.
— How do you feel now in my arms? – second question he asked.
— Protected, warm, wanting to never let go. – I heard myself saying.
— Put your hand on my chest and tell me what do you hear? – he ordered nicely.
— Your heart. I feel your heart beating like crazy.
— This is LOVE – he said. This is the LOVE you’ve been looking for, it’s inside of me and it’s all yours if that is what will make you happy!

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Song mood – My hands- Leona Lewis

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Image by Saber Hodson – Last Shadow Photography

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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29 Responses to “In fashion”

  1. BUTTERFLIES OF TIME Says:

    Oh! love, where do I go in search?
    up the hills or under the autumn trees bare ?
    Why did I never realise
    you had so much, enough for us to share?
    lovely tale Blaga! See how you inspire me.

  2. Jessica Says:

    That was really good, Blaga!
    We all need love, whether it be from our families, a partner or a religious belief. Hope you have some or maybe all of these right now!

  3. Jamie Dedes Says:

    Blaga, this is delightful and wonderfully imaginative. I was totally engaged from start to finish and found it a satisfying read. Well done.

    • Broken Sparkles Says:

      I wrote this last year, I just made few corrections now and posted it. Thank you Jamie, I’m happy you liked it!

      • Jamie Dedes Says:

        Isn’t it wonderful when we go back and turn a fresh eye on “old” work? Sometimes delighfully surprised by how well we did after all. Hope you are enjoying some restful and statisfying time off.

  4. deadpoet88 Says:

    Love the story, it is funny how we chase after Love all over the place, without realizing that it may be much easier to find it just when and where we least expect it. Keep writing such stories, they bring hope :)

  5. Paula Tohline Calhoun Says:

    Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! A wonderful story expressing a common search. It reminds me of one of my very favorite hymns – author unknown – from the late 19th century:

    I sought the Lord, and afterward I knew
    he moved my soul to seek him, seeking me;
    it was not I that found, O Savior true;
    no, I was found of thee.

    Thou didst reach forth thy hand and mine enfold;
    I walked and sank not on the storm-vexed sea;
    ’twas not so much that I on thee took hold,
    as thou, dear Lord, on me.

    I find, I walk, I love, but oh, the whole
    of love is but my answer, Lord, to thee;
    for thou wert long beforehand with my soul,
    always thou lovedst me.

  6. Jan Freeman Says:

    Great story Blaga. Thought hasn’t any words for what underlies love – an attraction that transcends all worldly experience, existing as it does outside space and time.

  7. Life: Between the lines Says:

    I dig this :) (see I’m being a good girl) :p

    lata chica!

  8. liv2write2day Says:

    Love so often seems so elusive…it seems to appear when we don’t expect it. Like my hummingbirds!

  9. ladynimue Says:

    I would have said it was right there on the coffee table darling … :)

    LOVE-l post !

  10. booguloo Says:

    Ask him if it comes in Woman flavor as well will ya?

  11. Jingle Says:

    impressive write…

    bless you.

  12. Hema Says:

    Simply super writing! What a great way of putting it across! Loved it! Keep writing!

  13. dragonkatet Says:

    Aw, this was SO special and well-written, Blaga! It seems like everyone has ‘done’ LOVE to death, but you have a way of writing about things that is never cliché. It’s one of the many things I admire about you as a writer. :) This was just superb!

  14. Cherlyn Says:

    Aww, super sappy, and really really well written! I LOVE it! :)

    Although, I have to say, it would be a lot easier if I could go out and buy love than have to try to find it lol, I’m terrible at finding things! lol


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