I can’t see past the stoic expression on his face to determine if he finds the “beautiful body” sitting next to him to be as much of a magical unicorn as what Dr. Albright tries to lead him to believe. I rest my white hoof on his hand and wag my long tail, sending a rainbow of glitter in all directions.
Go make some lucky lady’s day. Just don’t let her fall as hard as I did.
Warm lips press to the top of my head. Strong hands embrace me, scooting me closer until I’m on his lap – straddling him, hugging him, and clinging to a past I still don’t understand.
Sorry, Jones, I can’t understand you, probably because I don’t speak mute. So I’ll just go while you make sure all your words are lined up in perfect order. I don’t really give a damn if I let a few escape that haven’t been given much actual thought. Sometimes emotions matter more than the right words, and if you overthink every goddamn word it’s like suffocating it until all the emotion is gone.
Don’t let her guilt you out of having a life beyond Harrison.
My parents have been married for forty years. Both sets of my grandparents made it past their sixtieth anniversaries. I think they all attributed the longevity of their marriages to passion. Live to love. Fight to keep the love. Make up to do it all over again.
This is it. This is where you sink or swim. This is where the survivors are separated from the victims.” She grabbed my leg, my prosthetic leg. “You’re a survivor. Get up.
I worship the ground you walk on.” A blinding smile grew along his face as he pulled her into his arms and whispered in her ear, “Impossible. When I’m with you my feet don’t touch the ground.
I get tattoos to remember where I’ve been, people I’ve loved, and what’s important in life.
Strength acknowledges weakness. It has a healthy respect for it, but it never submits to it. Got it?
I love all of his rough edges and the way they smooth my frayed nerves and lull me into a safe, peaceful place.
And I’d agree. But no amount of faith can truly comfort a grieving heart that can’t make sense of such tragedy. I didn’t lose my faith, but I did feel like God sucker punched me. No epilogue. But he’s God so I’ll probably forgive him some day.
It wasn’t until three shitloads of diarrhea were out of my mouth.
Life was nothing if not unimaginable.
A smile came warm and inviting from her lips, and for that brief moment her smile was all that mattered. That’s what made him act the way he did, say things that were inappropriate, be reckless with his marriage. Feeling nothing but sunshine and bliss tempted him in ways he never imagined.
My whole life, I’ve known stuff that hasn’t made sense for me to know. It stole my childhood, but I never felt truly different until you.
He gave you something very personal, and while I’m sure it came out a bit harsh, the fact is he trusted you explicitly with something so raw. It sounded ugly because it didn’t just flow from him, it ripped past his heart to get to you.
The pain of our pasts keeps us grounded, focused, and living in gratitude.
Surely as someone who has studied the human body you have to be awed by the division of cells that make life. We are all energy in many forms. Who’s to say we aren’t energy in a spiritual form too?
I love this heart. I think it’s where cupid hit you with his arrow just as I stepped on the school bus that fateful day.