The Wax Frog

"So, you think black with green would work? Or maybe a tie?"

You didn't say anything.

"You're already late....They're all probably waiting on you. I mean, this isn't the best strategy to take when you land the lead role."

Once again, you were silent.

I stared at you from across your room. It was just like every other day....well, no it wasn't. It was opening night, you were the star, and you were already ten minutes late.

The oddest thing of all was that you didn't seem to care, you just kept staring at me with a far off glance. Then, you got up and walked over to me. Thinking that you were going to finally agree on your colors, I set the button-up shirt and pants down on your bed.

But instead, you reached in your pocket. You pulled out a wax frog and handed it to me, saying "There's a prince inside, you just have to shine a light on it and melt him out."

Suddenly, I didn't seem to care about time either. This wax frog seemed more important.

So I walked over to a lamp, and held the frog under it....and behold, a small prince exposed itself from the melting amphibian. He was a bright red, contrasting from the green of the frog; I tossed the frog aside and held the prince in the palm of my hand.

Then I had a moment of self-righteousness....I realized that I was right.

Everyone else said you were no good, that you were a terrible friend, that you had used me and didn't really care about the way I felt....but I was right, there was a prince inside of you. They had all seen you as nothing but a frog, a slimy creature that jumped from place to place and kept us all up with your insolent croaking....but they were wrong, they were all wrong.

I felt myself smile, and perhaps a tear or two brim my eyes....I turned to you and you came closer to me.

Then you kissed me.

It was undeniably awkward and unexpected, I mean, I was just there to help you pick out shirts for the musical you were late for, right?

It was crazy, but in the very heart of it was a sense of innocence that I hadn't seen in you before. It was almost as if you weren't trying to tell me that you loved me, you were trying to tell me that I was right about you....

That I had always been right.

You stopped the kiss and pulled away.

Suddenly, it was just like any other day....I handed you your clothes in a slight daze, you opened the door and then you were gone. Just like that.

I remember sitting there after you had left and wondered, "Could it really be that simple, and if it is that simple, why am I the only one who knows?"

I sat there and flipped the prince over and over again in my hand, feeling the indents and smooth lines embedded in the surface.

....

I woke up.

I wonder about this dream, it hasn't left my mind for days. However, now that I think about you....I think that you are not a frog, but a silly silly prince who has fallen head-first into a swamp.

And you know I'll come diving after you,

time and time again.