a broken spell

two weeks ago, ate v bumped into the tall mirror i've lived with in the last 13 years. crash, it broke, breaking the spell.

yes, a spell.

roommie and i, time and again, have stood before the mirror, and shook our heads. there's a spell to the mirror. almost everyone that has lived with it, and left, has gone into significant relationships, or worse, married.

only the two of us have continued to live with it faithfully, every morning checking to see if our shoes match, no, compliment, the rest of our person.

now it's gone.

who knows what might happen next ;)

p.s. as i write, five men have gathered around the mirror in front of my gate, perhaps contemplating their shoes in the broken shard. certainly, deciding who gets to take home the unexpected gadget.