Monday, April 25, 2011

the giving tree, immortalized

I was avoiding my homework when I stumbled upon (aside: I hate that I can no longer use the phrase "stumble upon" without people assuming I'm talking about StumbleUpon. Fucking lame sauce.) a photo of a necklace.

Put very simply, it was perfect. I gasped when I saw it. And then I smiled, and then I cried.

It was beautiful.

But now for the selfish/materialistic/generally silly part: I love the necklace and it's perfect for me, but it wouldn't mean anything if I were to buy it for myself. It would need to come to me as a gift, and it would need to come from somebody I love (and who loves me, too). At the same time, I feel that it's not something I could ask for, or about which I could drop subtle hints. Again, it would take away from the simple beauty of the meaning. It would become cheap.

Ah, well. Maybe I'm meant to admire it from afar. I have no doubt that it will continue to bring a smile and a tear.