Is it cliché if... I think the person, better yet people, that live in 3305 are a couple, one that has been together for eight years, had a courthouse wedding last year with a dinner reception in their backyard. Their friend's and family enjoy them together because they are honest with their love they admit that love has hardships, cultural differences, and even while they lived coast apart, they have always managed to stay honest, honest with themselves and honest in their love.
They have a five-year-old Dalmatian, and one of them is a scriptwriter, who is a bit unorganized, and the other is an architect, that always calculates every risk and plans ahead. On the weekends you can find them at the dog park or on Sunset Blvd. just going to grab an afternoon coffee with their dog. The first thing you notice about them is their embraces between one another are sweet, soft, and filled with love. You might catch them walking down the street hand in hand or gently moving the other's hair when it falls in their partner's eye, not to mention they are unbeatable in couples charades, just ask their neighbors in 3305.
They love to watch old bond movies together, tend to their garden out front, and take trips to Malta or Morocco together. They are always bringing back souvenirs for their dog watcher and a camera roll full of film that they showcase when they invite over friends for dinner, cooking a meal they learned during their vacation. On Sunday mornings they dance to Marvin Gaye together, and as they dance you get a snapshot into their life together. While blending so effortlessly together, they still have their flair that they add as they move to the rhythm, but there is never any doubt that their partner is there after that each turn and dip.
Is it cliché if... I think the person that lives here has lived a full life. Filled with love and laughter, and while sure they might have had their fair shares of heartbreaks or lessons they never stopped loving others or them self. They get dressed up everyday, even if it's just to buy their morning coffee, but their hat always matches their shoes and they are wearing vintage Chanel or Dior. They make sure to meet with their friends weekly because as they've gotten older they value those around them even more, and they talk about life, love, the book they just finished, and their families. They know all the boutique and shop owners on their street.
They make sure their garden out front is always well kept, watered, and organized. And when they travel to the South of France to spend their summers with their family their neighbors all chip in to help upkeep the garden in exchange for stories of Paris in the 60s and a pastry or two. In fact, you might have seen this person on the way to the train station, you might have actually passed them on the street, the person that caries them self with elegance, not in a way that they are better than you, but rather reflected of their life and when they grew up, with soulful eyes, a genuine smile, and a soft "bonjour," as their scarf waves in the wind, and the wrinkles on their face beautifully tell the stories of years of laughter and love, and you can't help but wonder where they're going, and if you'll age just that gracefully too, but spoiler alert, you will.
Is it cliché if...The person living here, works in tech, throws a killer 4th of July party, and while they have plenty friends and tons to do on the weekends, they often finds themselves up at 1am alone. They're not lonely per say, but will feel alone at times. Because when it comes to matters of the heart they always held back. They never got married, and never had kids, has two dogs though. While they still stands by their decision to rather ruin their couch with dogs, than their life with kids, they sometimes do think back and wishes they got married. There was every only one person they would have married, and while looking back they blames it on the timing, they knows it was really them who refused to grow up, and always assumed they'd find another. They don't let those thoughts marinate for long, but rather pushes them back in their mind, and sends a text, "you up?" And waits for the text bubbles to pop up.
Is it cliché if...I picture the person living here as: someone who only wears vintage, paints on the weekends (the balcony give inspo for days), has a killer signing voice, but only sings "for fun," throws lavish dinner parties, with tons of rosé bottles, mix match plates, and dessert that never gets eaten because it turns into impromptu jam sessions till 5am before that.
Has a lover that only wears black and drives a motorcycle (the one parked out front, and they even used it once to drive across the US), and even though they realize their lover is their soulmate, they won't commit. Often times they debate it when their lover goes to pick up morning coffee as the morning sun beams peek through the curtains, the smog starts to clear, and the breeze falls in, so they put on their silk robe, and walk out to the balcony to enjoy what is their last cigarette because they're planning to quit and start pilates next week because their friend Leah swears it's "life changing" (lol), which they'll soon realize Leah is full of bs and the only reason to wake up really early is for coffee, cigarettes, and love.
A glimpse into my ever changing life through the words I've typed.