I smiled to myself, thinking I was her once. How do I tell her that it’s not without taking something from her?
Sometimes the words come out the way they should.
“Glamour is only glamour from far away. Up close it looks like life with all its warts. Even movie stars have bad days.”
She was a smart one, that young lady. She stopped and gave a thought. Then I saw her eyes smiling widely. “Yes, and I suppose that it’s ok for it to be that way. We look at them and they look at us – just as the king wishes he could be a person. I guess we need to know which one we want. It’s decisions that count not wishes.”
She was only twenty-five. I was older by a lot. By the time the elevator stopped she had become quite glamorous to me.
Glamour is about belief.
If I believe my dream, my wishes will become decisions.
−me strauss Letting me be