She was rainbow bright and colorful
He was the storm before it dark and gray
She was the sun rising quietly into the day
He was the moon shining brightest in the dark
She found all the right colors to paint his blank canvas
He found all the right wo...
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"What if I told that I love you? Would you tell me that you love me back?"
There comes a moment in every relationship or friendship when you realize you love the other person. Something likely happens in your life or theirs that evokes this emotion. Mine was right here, right now. Sitting next to Kayden in this faded blue hospital chair as he was laying down on the hospital bed, a wide gash spread across his forehead, thankfully covered by a white bandage. My mind had been wandering through thoughts for two hours now, silently screaming for him to open those scintillating blue eyes I was so deeply in love with. The mere thought of losing him, or never seeing those eyes again had me shaking with fear. That's how I knew I loved him. My fingers mindlessly playing with his un-ivied hand as my mind roamed through the numerous possibilities of what could possibly happen.
It was at this moment that I realized, in which I knew. Longing to stare into his guilelessly wide and intoxicatingly intense turquoise eyes. Praying to God with my entire heart and soul to forgive Kayden for whatever he did in some past life to deserve this. I knew this wasn't a come and go feeling, this wasn't temporary. I loved him. And this time I wasn't going to be a coward and let him say it first, because every passing moment we're dying, and every second I waste being too anxious, I was risking him falling asleep forever without knowing I love him.
Charlotte insisted that Maddie come with me to the Hospital. Because according to her, it was dangerous to ride in a taxi, in the state I was in, alone. The sky was now turning an invariant equatorial of bright red and orange, it was an eternally tranquil sight, yet it felt so horrible because of the events happening at the same time. The sun dipped below the horizon, the last gasp of beauty before the death of the day. Losing light meant that Maddie and I would have to move quickly because since her accident Maddie was deadly afraid to ride in a car after dark hours. I didn't blame her, just wished that I didn't have to drag her everywhere with me. I don't even know how she's been feeling lately because she hasn't spoken a word all day.
It was nothing out of the ordinary, but it still worried me more and more every epoch. Her silence was her sanctuary, but my torment, because the one person who I'd always trusted to keep my words in her hospice of a mind had become so aloof I didn't even know how to communicate with her. The taxi ride was noiseless, to say the least, the only sound was the occasional engine stopping at a red light, or the usual New York crowd screaming, and dancing, and singing, and chattering, incomparable smiles on their faces as if the world was okay.
But everything wasn't okay, was it? Everything would never be okay. The world would never be okay. Because there are seven billion people in the world and thousands are dying by the minute. With all that death and destruction, how can it be possible for the world to be fine? Yet, I understood the enthusiasm of the crowd. They knew the world wasn't perfect, and that it could never be, but they chose to celebrate the moments that were precious to them, even if they didn't last forever. There was something beautiful about that, something enchanting.
