Seashell

I found you at the beach today. Everyone saw it, and said, "Wow, that's a big shell," and for the most part, it was. I just happened to see more than that. I saw something beautiful, and something that struck me as extremely familiar. This seashell meant a lot to me. On the outside, were ridges, holes, stains, and a crack. It showed imperfection, and on some level, a kind of struggle. But, on the inside, it was smooth, pearly, and had a color that just mesmerized me.

It just reminded me so much of our relationship. Everything we've been through, on display for the world. Everyone could see the rough parts, the holes, and the cracks in our relationship, but to those few who delved deeper, and looked under the shell, they saw beauty, happiness, color, and a simplicity hiding under a chaotic exterior.

It's just another shell to you, but it's a story about love to me.