Ted Baker London. It’s incredible how memory can fuse two disparate entities into one, which is why that brand is you now.
You are the red of the lipstick and the thick lip liner in the box with the quaint art on it. Ted Baker London. It was a gift for me. I cherished it of course, so much so that I never used it save once or twice and that too because we’d stopped speaking. With you no longer sacred, your gifts lost that sworn oath halo too.
It’s hard to remember you except as that box and the lipsticks you gave me. It’s hard to remember the details of who you were that made you so precious to me then. I remember what ended the friendship between us exes. I remember the fulfilment of a promise your dad planted within you. I watched you dig deep into your heart each day and remove more of the love you had for yourself and value the nothing left behind because it made you “stronger”. You believed it like people do the gods their parents teach them. You were trying to create a star in that intense vacuum but ended up a dark hole that no light could escape.
Did you ever find that trophy? And the wife that went along with it? Things that shine so bright that you’d finally shine too if you stood close enough? I remember you didn’t like that shirt I’d gifted you. It was a double-shaded, sheeny party wear number. Correction, you didn’t like it once all those shades of London had seeped into you – greys, whites, blacks, blues.
Perhaps that’s why you’d fancied my sister for a bit? Isn’t that how they say it there? “I fancy you.” You were confused. You were lonely. Later, it never happened. Still you managed Ted Baker, because it was us. People trying to heal from the clumsy, tactless damage of a first love. We never could. It’s funny how fancying an ex’s sister bombs a bridge already on the brink of destruction.
You messaged me randomly after years, two or three years ago, telling me that your mother had finally gotten her poems published. Her dream. I had politely asked if I could get hold of a copy. You’d said you’d send it to me but we both knew it wasn’t going to happen. And that was all.
Still, walking by the Ted Baker store, seeing the clothes there and how expensive they were I was reminded of how you’d just started with your first job and how it would’ve been steep perhaps, for you, at the time. But you wanted to buy me something nice, show me you could afford it and show that all your hard work meant something. I would always be the girl your new girls would hear about in some way or the other. You put me on a ramshackle pedestal where only if I held my breath would it not tumble down. But ultimately I took a deep breath.