The Way We Love

Flying

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍; 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜.

𝚆𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚆𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝙸 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚆𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜.

𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.

𝚆𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜; 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚜..

𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚜;
𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘱𝘦.

(𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕)

I should have known, something deep inside of me always knew, but perhaps I wasn't ready. Paul's eyes settled behind the slow sketched outline of a lake reaching into the bayou.

He was different, I could see the daunting truth resounding in his being. He was a modern man, watching an old city lick the flames of our fire while catching the cinders of his past.

The church within him was aflame, too. All of his strict doctrines, beliefs, and conventions were nothing but thin particles now, snow in a blizzard until he was bare in the winter.

Paul shook the soot off his wings and rose from his ashes. He was experiencing a metamorphosis, breaking and changing into someone I was so proud of.

That's how I knew we shared something special.

We had time, and time was not always gracious, to the fragile. Sometimes it made us weak and weary, a fragment of ourselves.

Tonight I would I hang from the ceiling for him, with a golden rope around my heart, and he would cut me free.

I would find a way to be raw, vulnerable, and hopefully, the one he loved back!

"Feather! We need to go to the store!" Paul grumbled, opening the cabinets. He frowned miserably staring at how empty everything was.

"Yeah, sure!" I agreed, turning on a few lights above the dust.

My parents had always dreamed of a little escape outside of the city. It was a tiny private home, but an oasis for a troubled spirit. The frames of the house were aligned with an old Western Cedar wood, building up to the roof and chimney.

The red furnish made it look cozy and modern. Yet it was sheek like an upscale model home. The place was full of love, or the slight suggestion of bodies to bodies creating heat and warmth like the fireplace.