I never thought that I'd think a person was refreshing, and I'm not talking about that, 'I just took a drink of cold water after playing outside all day long' type of refreshing.
I'm talking about the feeling of fresh bedroom sheets that hug you in...
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Jolie's pov
When I called Ashton to say good morning, I had not expected her to be awake, nor had I expected her to be so upset. I expected that I would get her voicemail, something I had basically memorized by this point from how many times I was calling her whilst she was on her trip.
I sat and thought about what to do for a while as I recalled how off balance she appeared on camera. I hated that she went through such a rough morning, especially after such a long flight. Even worse, I hated that I could not fix it for her. I wanted to send flowers or something, but I ultimately decided against it with another idea in mind.
I would rather see her, hug her, kiss her, love her.
My heart ached as she explained her morning, and I could tell she was really feeling the weight of her negative actions. Still I gushed at the way her face lit up when I called her beautiful. It made me feel like even the simplest things could add a little happiness to her day, something I will devote myself to achieving as often as I can.
When she blushes, I see the colors of the most beautiful piece of living artwork I have ever laid my eyes upon. It was like watching a flower sprout in slow motion, something I often did while I was young. I grew up having a unique fascination with the way flowers work. Though that's partially because of the admiration that came from my mothers love of birds.
We often found ourselves outside together for hours, just quietly watching them simply survive in their world. Mother used to say that each time we took a step outside, it was like we just stepped right into their living room. "You should always treat the outdoors as you would with your own home, darling. Always handle it with care," She would say. Myfather would often join us as well, spending the early evening hours with us in the garden as we tended to it together as a family.
My fathers love for gardening became something that earned me the true affection of growing something so small, into something beautiful. Something I can only hope is attainable with Ashton by my side, if she will let me of course.
Those were simpler times, I am grateful to have those memories, and even more grateful to be able to share them and reminisce about them in such a fond way.
So often our memories can be tainted by the actions and realizations from us understanding that our parents are also people. It can be very easy to forget when you think they should hold all the right answers to every question that life may arise.
When the rose colored glasses come off, it can feel so grating. Like every little thing you learned about them, was not as true as you had previously thought. But regardless of how we might feel once we realize that, we must also remember they also deserve as much love as anyone else.They deserve more honestly. Sometimes parents raised themselves, along with raising their children.
I hope to be someone my children can look up to, and that it makes me a hero in their eyes. Even if it is just for one singular day.
Shaking myself from the thoughts before I get too lost, I decide that I will test the limits with her mother.
