Why I Live

I live for... the rare kindness

Kindness was something alien to me. Kindness, was something foreign, I didn't know people still showed it but some did. Even though I've hardly ever first handedly experienced the rare act, I've tried to share it. With the little I've had, I tried.

There was a time, when I met a boy, a gentleman and a woman. They toppled my world around and It was for the better. Blake Grayson and Amor Collins.

I owe whatever I have to him, to them. So I left, not wanting Blake to shelter me no longer. I left till I found something or someone, I could to live for. The way Blake lived for Amor, and Amor lived for Blake.

I wanted something like that, something beautiful. They were toxic, I could tell, but still ,Amor, she hung onto him. She clung to him because she knew no matter how much he told her to leave, to let him perish into a memory. She knew she would never feel love that real again. She would not love anyone as much as she did, Blake.

Blake was a passive aggressive lover, he threw things and screamed and loved. He loved her and as much as he proclaimed his emotionless soul truly was emotionless, he wasn't. He knew before he admitted, that he loved her, before he even knew he fell.

"Runaway from here, find your heart, I don't know do something. I don't ever want to think of you as that homeless girl, or the girl who Blake had helped. Don't tell me your name because I will become attached to you, so I have one I will remember you by and you have one for me." I remember her cold fingers barely brushing mine and her voice light, filled with so much love for an almost complete stranger. She handed me my life that day.

So I live, for the kindness they showed. Finding someone of my own, to show me that too.