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soliloquy; ephemeral landings
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Posted on Wednesday, 27 May 2015 @ Wednesday, May 27, 2015
She ran across the beach, wind in her hair and the soft grazing of her dress against the water."Wait, slow down!" He called out to her, clutching onto the strap of his camera ever so tightly. My second baby, he always said. She turned and smiled at his flustered form. "You're so slow, you know that?" she cocked her head to the side, allowing the breeze to sweep the right side of her hair a little over her shoulder. "Yeah well if only you could slow down a bit and stop running around every minute you see something that 'looks cool' -" "That leaf looked cool, okay." she insisted, plucking the seams of her cotton halter top. "Don't move." "What, why?" "Just don't move." "You can't tell me what to do." "Shh. Just don't move." She froze and glared at him. He inched closer to her and placed his finger on her lips, tucking stray hairs behind her ear with his free hand. "You know sometimes you talk too much it drowns everything around me. Sometimes it's a good thing but most of the time it's a pain in the - Shit Emma!" She burst into a small fit of giggles and reached for his hand before he pulled it away entirely. "You know sometimes you complain a bit too much for things you actually have no problem with." She kissed the red bite mark on his index finger, gently rubbing it before lacing her fingers into his. She wrapped her arms around his waist and tilted her head up to meet his eyes. "God, you're so tall it hurts my neck just to talk to you." "You're so short it gets annoying sometimes." He caressed her hair and kissed the parting of her hair. "Look who's complaining. Like if it annoys you so much you can just -" He cupped her cheeks and brought her lips to his before breaking into a smile and kissed her forehead. "I can just kiss you all day. Nothing, really. Just to shut you up." "You need to shut up." "I can't. You'll miss me." He murmured, pulling her close to his chest and resting his lips on her forehead. She knew she would. Every day, every night. Love does funny things to someone's mind, to someone's heart. The physical pain of not being able to wake up to him every morning, the chest pains every night to be facing a wall instead of being in the warmth of his arms. To not hear his breathing in the lonely hours of the night when she lay awake, to not be able to hear his laughter ringing. It was going to be a long ride, a difficult one. But it's like vegetables, right? It doesn't taste as good as the grease and salt, but it's supposed to be good for your body. In the context of vegetables, of course. Like washing dirty socks. It stinks, but you just have to do it. A little distance maybe, a little space, a little time off, a little bit of everything and a little more of not trying to crumble every night she thought about his absence. "Yeah, I will. I'll miss you very much." "I know." "You just always seem to know everything." She rolled her eyes. "You're a part of me. What hurts you during the long nights, hurts me the same way." "What makes you think I'm hurting?" He brushed a hair off her eyes, tucking it again behind her ear. "Because it hurts me too that I can't be there long enough to hold you when I see sadness clouding your eyes every single time I tell you 'I'll see you soon'." "Come back as soon as you can. Please." "Soon, my love." And just like the times before, he held her tighter as everything in her crumbled. The same way everything in him crumbled. |
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