carlirae
I fell in love with you on a whim.
Haven't looked back since.
It reminded him of that summer. The floral smell of her hair, and how it always carried the day's warmth. It shimmered as it fell across her eyes, and onto her shoulders. The days lasted long enough to remember back then. When the sun dragged him into the night, to follow her wild ways. The freckles danced along her cheeks bones when she smiled and pulled him by the hand, persuading him to partake in yet another dangerous adventure. Into the sun or into the night, into the breeze that seems to wrap around them when they lay in the tickling grass of Tofer park. It reminded him of summer.
The Girl in the Wake.
Caught in the foaming, frothing wake, she struggled to keep her head above the surface.
Was it smarter to swim, to escape the sea, to find freedom? She could break away and keep her head above the water, eyes fixed on the coast. And she could be safe. Safe. The word slid over the Girl’s tongue with a silky sensation. Safe. Toes touching solid ground at all times, keeping her balanced. She could focus, then, on things of more reasonable importance. She could follow the rules and dry the memories from existence. Wash them away with the tide like tears wiped clean from her cheek. Forever. Forever was eerie…it meant no turning back, no more what if…no more imagining how things might be…
Clearly it was the logical thing to do. The Girl knew it. She could see in the foggy distance those familiar faces, warning her of the dangers of the deep ocean. She could see the concern etched into their eyes. Faintly, the called to the Girl between the wails of the wind. They urged her to reach towards safety, to stretch her shaking limbs towards home.
But she hesitated, sliding her fingers in circles around her submerged body in the wake. The Girl leaned against the pressure of the water and let it hold her. It hugged her skin with long, liquid fingers. It held her firmly, protecting her from further thrashing. It whispered to her with salty breath to relax, to trust the waves, to embrace the unknown. The Girl was tempted to give in. Despite home pulling her to safety, she could not resist the sea’s seduction. She could not turn away from the secrets it promised to reveal. The way it danced beneath the surface, shimmering under the sunlight, almost smiling. It was beautiful. She closed her eyes and let the curves of the waves caress her skin. They were cold, but it felt surprisingly comfortable despite her shivers. She hoped the strength of the waters wouldn’t let her drown.
She treaded two seconds away from diving deep into the sea and allowing the water to lead her strokes.
The waves, they begged for her trust. They pledged their loyalty and their love. But they lusted for her devotion. They needed the Girl. And she needed them. And she feared they would swallow her soul.
The blotches on her face were beginning to spread. Dry and red, flaking of in pieces is if her face was snowing tiny white flecks of skin. Her once perfect complexion was now peeling of in resentment of the rest of her body. It knew her secret and it was trying to fall free and warn the rest of the world. She was becoming a monster. And it was because if him.
I'm feeling ragged today. Disheveled and unkempt. Maybe I should get out of bed and start my day earlier. But my elevated nest is too comfortable to resist. Maybe 5 more minutes of sleep....
Respectable. You are a respectable source of good advice, but in the end I must make my own decisions, and run my own life.
I love that we're perfectly imperfect. We have our flaws, but we turn them into beauty. We lean on each other, we fall, we fuck up. But it's perfectly okay with me. But either way I look at it, its what I know is meant to be. I love that we are out of the ordinary and perfectly messed up, and perfectly content with what we have become. I don't care that it took three years for us to finally get it right, and that everything finally came together in one night. I don't care who disapproves, or finds it strange, and thinks we've moved to quick. Because I know in the end, together, there's nothing we can't fix. We're perfectly imperfect and we knew it all along, and if we just remember that, nothing can go wrong. I love that love is never predictable or easily traced or easily erased. I love that nothing matters, no one matters, but here and now. And as inexperienced we are with everything that's happening, we don't give a fuck. We know that perfectly imperfect is enough
I feel so lucky to have you.
Finally.
I'm feeling lucky.
this is a boring word. I don't know what to write about it.
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