a thursday afternoon 2:16pm
for her.
If I were to tell you about someone, to describe them, she would be soteria and hemera.
Unlike those with shining eyes and smiles she is never one to choose. Instead, she is exactly just that, sparkly, glittery, and glimmery. I'd show you a simple picture, it would somehow end up framed beside your bed.
That is how extraordinary this person is.
But you would never understand, because these simple orders of letters will never fathom how important and precious this persons existence just is. I can only compare them to the most satisfying of things.
To just give you a taste of what I can have everyday.
She resembles the color and flavor you somehow always tend to gravitate towards. Sunny days and the first of many that promises a warm summer. Spheres of soap and excitement so full of everything, yet absolutely nothing, it arises balloons into your throat.
A cold draft once stepping out of the sun. Humorous moments that tire your stomach and pull at your face. Sound of rain once the sun sets. Or the first spotting of lightning bugs.
A fresh sheet of white paper. A finished art project. The shade range of pinks. And a rainbow you can't see the beginning or end of.
These are the closest things relating to her.
In just a few more I'll finally have her beside me. And just the thought alone gives me a reason to remain happy.
Discovered during the time of cold nights and lack of affection. It was a moment of resurgence and reborn feelings to have met her. Not only because of how much more she had made me love life but how easily I am able to love those around me.
They're something everyone must pass every daunting day to acquire. In return you will obtain an angel that finds loops and doors to positive views. A constant voice and mumble shelved into the ridges of your head. Screaming words of gaiety, hilarity and exuberance.
In return you'll begin to fall in love with living itself.
But what I mean to tell you now is that they not only saved me from everything bad, but literally scrubbed the rust and debris off of my skin. They pulled their own legs from their hips and own arms from their shoulders because my own had not been working just right.
I no longer dream of what could've been and what could have happened. She instead gave me the means to dream of what I adore and imagine the most beautiful plots and plans. She gave me something close to a notion.
There is no anger or disagreement in between, in lieu of disappointment there is understanding. Where jealousy or annoyance is found there is support.
To pick and prod at this sponge of warmth and heat is nothing short of meaningless opinion. Because inside of it all this may just be the happiest year of my entire life. And I think it may all be owed to just her. And only her.
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