On a Sunday morning, A cloudy day, A cool weather, without ran even, just cool to even walk around in, not hot , just cool. I woke up, preparing myself for the day, Going to church.

I thought of walking to Church and give the rest of the money I have. When I was done with everything, I walked almost six blocks and realised that I won’t make it to church without getting dirty.

So I decided to go take a taxi. surprisingly the Taxi got full quicker than I expected. The last passengers where the three that were seemingly together getting on the Taxi. Amongst them a Girl, which I had hoped that She will seat next to Me but it was the Old Granny that was leading them that sat next to.

with that, As I always do, I tried my best not to look at the direction where girls are or at how beautiful they are so I don’t get tempted. I continued doing what I was doing on my phone.

while on that I also realised that the Old lady sitting next to me is going to town were else I’m going local nd yet I’m at the corner sit, closed up by this group. so now I have to pass in this sort of corridor of the Taxi without getting dirt on the Old lady from the Ashes of a tyre I’ve put on my shoes to make my shoes darker.

I thought nd thought but I didn’t come to a solution. So here I was in a corner I’ve put my self in. And where I get off it is getting closer and closer.

As I had had no other chose I shouted”Short left!”

The taxi came to a halt.

The two which where at tge other side, which happened to be another old women and the Tall, white girl with light brown dreads that match the colour of her skin, stood up.

The old lady shifted to their spaces.

in my mind thankful that they are getting of too so to open up space.

but to my surprise, when I got to the passage which was next to the door

The girl was holding the seats, standing closer to them so I could pass, being tall She had to bend a little bit to hold the seats firmly. as I approached the exit, I thought of some way to pass through the space She had made for me to pass without finding her positioning seductive.

But I had no way, For I to had to bend to a little in order to pass in the space.

tall She is, Short Iam.

passing in that little space something seemed to fit, something seemed to click.

it wasn’t till I stepped out of the Taxi that is occurred to me that If I were to hit it from the back, I would fit perfectly, though tall She is, I would be able to reach just As I would be able to with a short girl.

suddenly Short girls were no longer a thing to me, suddenly my preference changed, suddenly in Me, I now would date a tall girl.

though I can never walk shoulder to shoulder with her, it intrigued my mind that Short or tall, walking to be seen as perfect and in harmony with each other, doesn’t exact describe a relationship. Relationships aren’t about height as much as the society of women find a short man to be less attractive, well I Have to found Tall to be just attractive as Short.

heighten perspective

height and beauty

for I had once thought that only Short match my Calibre,

well not anymore.

TALL, Short

What has Love got anything to do with it anyway.