Marilyn

Its not her name per se, but she lived her life that way… like Marilyn, she saw life differently, lived differently and against the morals we lived by, she was older than I. I used to watch her as she got ready for yet another night with another man who belongs to yet another woman… She just wanted to be loved, she looked for it in the wrong places, in the wrong people. Marilyn was naive, despite all the bad experiences she has had, she still dreamed of a happy ending with true love… Red lipstick and red nail polish was her favorite beauty essentials, and just like the warm red on her lips and nails, she had a warm loving heart, one that I adored. I loved playing with her beautiful hair while she tells me stories of her glamorous dates and outings, "I want to be like Marilyn when I grow up", I thought to myself with a mesmerized smile as I watched her leave for another glamorous night, she blew me a kiss and out the door Marilyn went. I knew she wasn't happy, but she lived for the small happy moments of everyday and that alone gave her a reason to keep going.  Marilyn grew very sick one day, two weeks later she no longer belonged to this world and just like Marilyn Monroe her death is a mystery even science could not explain . I loved her and I love her still, my dear Marilyn who could not stay still.