There was something about the way she looked that day. A finger couldn't be placed on it. She managed to seize the disorder running ramped about her, captivated by life as it was thrown her way. This was it. The moment she could stand on her own, laugh on her own, and stand tall next to the something that for so long had a way of bringing her to her knees. The familiar was kind, but not quite the mystery she had learned by heart. Surrounded by warmth, she stood motionless as did the forever present thoughts that had haunted her for so long. She realized she too had grown up along the way. She had unlocked a new beginning rather than the continuation of what was. She felt herself smile that smile and in that moment she devoted to memory what it was to love innocently.
No comments:
Post a Comment