You know what I hate? I hate it when you see something (usually in a magazine) and you love it. Instantly. Love at first sight. So you make the mental commitment right then and there, you will buy it. You will cherish it. You will take it out to countless restaurants, parties and lavish events (the ones that you are always going to, you are definitely not just sitting on the couch in your cat pajamas on a Friday night).
Then you find out your one true love is no longer available.
It’s like a break up, but worse. (Me? A drama queen? Never!) Without ever having experienced any of the bad shit in the ‘only in your head’ relationship to make you go “you sucked at taking out the trash, I hate you for that” or “man, your breath really sucked in the morning”, you have no grasps of negativity to cling too. All you have is the potential. All those occasions you could have gone to. You would have looked amazing. People would’ve cheered as you walked passed dressed in that one truly perfect garment.
Well, today that happened to me. I fell in love with a dress by Miss Crabb. I thought it was effortlessly chic. Loose, long, feminine, delicate and floaty made of a gorgeous nude fabric juxtaposed with the bright neon flower print. It was perfect.
It was also sold out.
Alas, the relationship for Miss Crabb and I cannot be, and I have to move on from this unrequited love.
I’m not quite sure how to get over a break up in the throws of a sugar detox. Can a heart even heal without chocolate ice cream?