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There lived a girl named Brita
in the city of New York,
and though she was outgoing
she was far too scared to talk
to her neighbour, known as Aiden,
who was beautiful and wise -
she had short black hair
and the most piercing pair of emerald eyes.
One day, she wanted coffee
so she wandered to the store,
but that store was out of coffee,
and the next one, and one more,
so she took herself to Starbucks
as a little Friday treat.
As she ordered her drink, totally
blind to who she would meet,
there was Aiden, sitting peacefully,
just sipping on her drink.
She looked so stunning, Brita
had no idea what to think.
Should she talk to her? Would that be wild?
Would that be too obscene?
Was her presence even worthy
of the silent, gorgeous queen?
But she swallowed her pride as she
smiled and walked to Aiden’s table.
Her hands were shaking, and she
didn’t think that she was stable,
but she stuck it out, said hi, and then
the gates of Hell swung open.
Aiden screamed, and Aiden yelled,
and Brita knew she couldn’t cope, and
yet she stayed, she took that fire
and she shaped it, over time,
as they argued for a good few months
until Brita said ‘I am
really sorry, darling, for the pain
and the hurt that we’ve carried
in this partnership for quite some time.
Do you think getting married
would get rid of it, or make it worse?’
And Aiden said ‘I guess
being your wife could work, as long as you don’t
make me wear a dress.’
So they bore wore suits and framed them
in their house, next to the door,
and by now they look back fondly
on their arguments before.
After all, love’s unpredictable
it’s scary, weird, it’s wild,
but a love like theirs has left them
with great stories for their child,
they say, ‘Darling, it’s irrelevant
what anyone else says,
you know quiet is the bitch who leaves,
and blessed is she who stays.’