July 1st, 2015
Dear Levi,
Some things you just know, the moment it happens.
I knew the moment I fell in love. Nichols Hills, by the fir trees, under the twinkling stars and twinkling sunset, being twirled around in your arms, laughing, crying, clinging to you, you pressing me to your heart and me drinking in your scent. I knew I loved you the moment we met. But the falling in love, the let go, cliff-jumping, free-falling, once in a lifetime feeling? Happened that night.
And the day I stopped waiting for that Facebook request to be friends. The day I simply gave up. Broken. Drained. Empty. Burned out. Crushed and disillusioned. Empty... and hungry..... aching, but not on void, on a fullness I'd never sensed before: the limit of my efforts.
Sitting in the living room in the cottage on Warren Avenue, the fan blowing because we didn't have AC, sunset streaming through the window and Christmas lights in July twinkling along the ceiling, I just knew.
Tonight.
And this is how it dies, with thunderous applause.... and with silence.
Your star,
Rigel
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