She was like the sun. Bright, always up, lived for a blue sky, and never quit smiling.
He was like the moon. Made the dark skies a lot a bit brighter, and was always there to light up the path back home.
Everything else was...Well, just everything...
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Playing war is fun, because the only shots that are fired come from our fingertips.We're each other's enemy, but when it'stime for dinner, we'll all happily run inside and be best friendsagain.It's fun to know that your warisn't over land or rights, but over who getsthe top bunk, or who gets to play the top hat piece in Monopoly. Sure, these wars got out of hand sometimes.Sometimes, we'd resort to more dangerous methods of weaponry than fingertips. We'd resort to water guns. When water guns were aimed at each other that'show you knew this war wasserious. You knew you were about to engage in some high noon Western shoot-off type stuff when you saw those water guns. But here's the reality. We were the victims of growing up. Nowadays, your fingertips are trulyweapons, and your friends can become enemies andstay enemies. It's scary, isn't it? And sometimes, it's horrifying. Sometimes you want to go back in time when you had a nightlight, and your dadmade sure there were no monstersunder your bed or behind your closet door. And then you realize that you can't. But, I have you. When it gets too scary to handle, I know you'llalways hold me close. I knowyou'll make sure there aren't any monsters, not under my bed, but inside of my head. I know we were the victims of growing up, but if there's ever a fight about who's doingthe dishes, you best bet we have our finger guns locked and loaded. ❤
