Brisbane: A Love Letter

There are many layers to her, if you take the time to get to know her. Isn’t that what they all say? She’s always been the middle child. The one who is so often overlooked. Quiet, introverted, some might say, though you think sometimes those people don’t really know the meaning of the word.

She’s content to go about her business in her own way. She doesn’t complain, or whinge, or kick up a fuss – but she knows what she wants, and she will do everything in her power to get her hands on the prize. That’s when she shines, when you can see that sparkle in her eye, that playful, whimsical smile on her face.

You know the curve of her back; you can see the ridges rise and fall as she breathes. The ripples and scars tell their own story, one that can never really be put into words.

She can be temperamental, and there’s no arguing with her once she gets into a mood. But she is kind, considerate, and always up for a glass of wine (or maybe even two or three). You know she will take care of you, and she knows you would do the same for her.

To others, she is boring. She seems flat, beige, devoid of energy. To you, she’s a mess, a party, a quiet place to relax on the couch. Sometimes she dribbles while she sleeps, and you smile. You smile because she feels like home. Never mind the arguments, the times when you think she is absolutely unbearable. Every time you leave her, you can imagine the scowls on her face, and no matter how much you enjoy being away, she is always there, in the back of your mind.

She has her flaws, you know that.  But honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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