Life has a way of continuing, of moving on without you, if you let it. Time keeps ticking, the earth keeps spinning and somehow, you keep breathing. Even when the world falls around you and buries you, you still breathe. Eventually, you get back up or face the alternative. Once upon a time, I wanted the alternative, but it wasn’t meant to be.
And now I knew why.
She was beautiful. Simply beautiful, as if that one single word could even come close to describing what I felt when I looked at her. Her long dark hair hanging down her back in waves. Those porcelain plump cheeks when she looks at me and smiles. Even those piercing green eyes that never seemed to stop sparkling.
To the depths of my soul, now I know. Now I know why I survived, why I picked myself up off the floor when I felt my world crumble. When I thought the war had won. …show more content…
In all the darkness and cold that surrounded me, she was my light and warmth. She is my breath, my heart, and I will never, ever, give up on her.
I watched her climb the jungle gym, the long dress she insisted on wearing caught under her shoes. She’s smart, observant, and quick. She noticed right away and pulled it out before readjusting her footing and heaving herself up the metal bars. I knew I should have been nervous about her climbing, but she’s fearless. It’s a trait I admire and envy at the same time. She has no fear, no doubt, or questions. She just is, and that is enough.
How precious to know that at such a young age.
I walked over to the bottom of the slide and waited for her. She giggled when she saw me, her entire little body vibrating with joy. She slid down towards me with more momentum than I had prepared for. She tumbled into me and we stumbled back together as I held her tight to my chest. We laid together at the bottom of the slide in a heap of dark hair and
And now I knew why.
She was beautiful. Simply beautiful, as if that one single word could even come close to describing what I felt when I looked at her. Her long dark hair hanging down her back in waves. Those porcelain plump cheeks when she looks at me and smiles. Even those piercing green eyes that never seemed to stop sparkling.
To the depths of my soul, now I know. Now I know why I survived, why I picked myself up off the floor when I felt my world crumble. When I thought the war had won. …show more content…
In all the darkness and cold that surrounded me, she was my light and warmth. She is my breath, my heart, and I will never, ever, give up on her.
I watched her climb the jungle gym, the long dress she insisted on wearing caught under her shoes. She’s smart, observant, and quick. She noticed right away and pulled it out before readjusting her footing and heaving herself up the metal bars. I knew I should have been nervous about her climbing, but she’s fearless. It’s a trait I admire and envy at the same time. She has no fear, no doubt, or questions. She just is, and that is enough.
How precious to know that at such a young age.
I walked over to the bottom of the slide and waited for her. She giggled when she saw me, her entire little body vibrating with joy. She slid down towards me with more momentum than I had prepared for. She tumbled into me and we stumbled back together as I held her tight to my chest. We laid together at the bottom of the slide in a heap of dark hair and