Night Blooming Jasmine Seeks

I stared in awe at the colourful walls. Row on rows of solid perfumes and scents. As I approached a table I picked up something called "Dama de Noche". I lifted the square block of perfume to my nose and inhaled its beautiful floral scent. The shop keeper, a short stout old gentleman approached me explaining that this was the scent of night jasmine. A flower that only bloomed at night and is quite an acquired scent, given its strong nature. He further explained that combining this with another scent such as sandalwood, ginger, or rose would yield a more balanced fragrance. Perhaps it was the perplexed look on my face, but he smiled and left me to browse.

Up until this point I thought that all flowers bloomed during the day. Like the night blooming jasmine I wondered if perhaps sometimes I was too strong in my views, in my stance, and principles. Was this why my previous relationship floundered? I remembered asking why. Why did he choose her? What was better about her? My boyfriend at the time replied, "Nothing". He went on to say that on any account by physical attractiveness, education, talent, or any other measurable factor he couldn't deny that I ranked highly. However, love wasn't a checklist. In a relationship it's the way she made him feel. She made him feel as I never had.

I picked up two small squares of jasmine and paid the kind shop keeper. I was okay with being strong. I was okay that I haven't found my complement. One day when it happens, when my sandalwood, ginger, or rose came along we would be an amazing combination. Until such time I am happy to stand strongly on my own. Notwithstanding the heartache, I still believed in the Quaranic saying, "And we created you in pairs".