enlightment and a case of miller

This evening made me understand things that I have seen through my rose-colored glasses. The gems that each of us are and will recognize down the road, well, that shouldn't be pushed to the side by people/circumstances that are purposely there to detour us into ditches.

For you, the girl with the brain that sometimes falls to the ducks. And to the boy with the brain of bread; absorbs everything, but so easily is dispersed to the hungry flock of your stereotypical ducks.

You used to be fuzzy. It was like you were there, but only in some weird hazy medium, where I interacted with you on a lifeless basis. Looking back, I have learned to see you for what you, and I, both were at the time. My problem in relating backwards is that no forward progression can exist. But the one resonating sound within the strums of my soul, is that you were not the person for me as I wasn't the one for you. At that time, at least. The good thing about that hazy alter-world we coincide in, is that sometimes, on the most unclear, confusing nights of our life, we can understand the why's of the past, which hopefully, can lead us in the right direction for explaining the future. And if not, these little "learning lessons" become a bump in our existence. And these bumps, well, they indeed mellow into an insignificant pothole that in the future, you're tires will learn to avoid in the traction of the understanding ground.