Everyday for as long as I can remember, he made it his priority to make me smile. He made these corny jokes like "Olive you from my head, tomatoes!" And sometimes it made me laugh but sometimes it just didn't get the job done. So, what he would do next would always surprise me. He would kiss me like nothing mattered but our moment, now and an infinity of lives. And at the end when I'm still trying regain a controlled, healthy breathing pattern, he would whisper into my ear "Ti amo il mio piccolo vagabondo notte." In Italian, that meant "I love you my little night wanderer."
Nobody to this day would even think that would make a girl's heart flutter when he said that to me. But, he called me a night wanderer because of my insomnia. I was most alive at night. I loved it. I craved it.
Most people find it as a flaw that should be erased with the help of therapy or pills. But, I saw it as a blessing because I saw things others couldn't.
The beauty of night.
See there are two faces.
There is the horror of it. The violence, monsters, drugs, and the evil that spreads like a wildfire. The things most people hide from in the shelter of their homes and hope the authorities catch.
But then there is what I call a spirit. A spark that turns someone alive. I believe it possesses the person into not over thinking for once. I don't think it leads you to the dark side but it does make you sin. Do things that defy everybody's expectations. And the bright lights, the peace.
My favorite place I love that he and I go to is "The Cure." We live by the city of Chicago and there is this place that borders the city and it is a cliff or forest that leads to it where you can just sit on the edge with someone and just watch the hustle of the world and the brought lights dance. Where you feel like you've done. You've gotten through a damn hard day and you're just looking for a release. That is the good thing about this place it is a natural, inspiring release. It isn't from sex or drugs, it is just a place where there is complete serenity and you feel isolated. But in a good way. You can just watch the world and just be pulled from the stress of growing up.
It's pressing the pause button.
Thanks G
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