Accidental Lovers

Why do people love me so? I don’t mean that they like me, but rather, they really don’t want to leave my side once they meet me. I hear them talking, “What is it about her? She makes me smile, makes me feel good. I accidently met her years ago, and now she has my heart. I find myself yearning to be with her as much as humanly possible.”

Some folks search me out, it must be the reputation I have for making them feel warm and cozy, but what surprises me most are those who accidently meet me, and decide to change their lives in order to remain by my side.

Many of my lovers are artists… painters, musicians, writers. You name it, if they have an inkling of talent, they are drawn to me.

I love this, they surround me with their magic. Maybe this is what is meant by both parties giving all they can. The other day, a group of musicians got together for a jam session. Every one of these folks could be famous if they wanted to pursue money and notoriety. But they won’t leave me, they stay and their sounds permeate the airwaves around me. I realize that I give them what they need for happiness, but in return, I receive such love.

I know some writers, both successful and hungry to succeed. Again, some of them won’t leave me now that they know me. Painters, actors, dancers… the story is the same for all.  

I know of a sailor who came here years ago, his boat needed repairs after battling a storm in the sea. His boat was fixed, but during the time he spent preparing himself to head back out into the elements, he met me. Instead of sailing away, he docked his boat, and has remained by my side since.

I came face to face with a couple the other night. Since then, I have seen them maybe four times. They are happy, maybe more so than they’ve been in years. But there’s also a sadness inside them, for they haven’t figured out a way to stay with me.

At the risk of sounding unpleasant, I am quite aware of my beauty, my ability to lure folks my way. Ok, I said it. I know how great I am, and I enjoy all my accidental lovers.

I realize that it isn’t just me. As more folks decide to stay, they enrich me, they even make me look better. I do appreciate them so. Each one of them is willing to share me, knowing that they are just one of my many lovers. How nice for me.

My name is Mazatlán. I am a little port city on the shores of the Sea of Cortez, and seem to have an effect on those around me. Do know that if you ever find the chance to meet me face to face, chances are high that you will fall in love with me, you will move mountains to stay with me, and live out the remaining days of your life with smile wrinkles announcing to all that you are a person in love. If true love frightens you, please stay away from me, for I will ruin the life you know. I will ravage your heart, leaving you helpless and needy for me.

Yes, I do seem to have that effect on those around me.
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