what am i to you?
he hesitates. is this a trick question?
she shakes her head no.
she watches as the obvious rolls off his tongue.
a student, a teenager, a girl. a daughter, a friend, what else can i say?
she waits.
for the impossible.
let me tell you what i see when i look at you.
she scoops his hands into hers and sets her eyes on his.
i see raw, aching, pain. i see the stars in the sky as they twinkle only for those who care enough to watch. i see a vast ocean of opportunity, and i beg for just one taste of that sweet water. i see the childish innocence of first loves, the immature recklessness of wanting you so much it doesn’t matter what i do. i see the world in your eyes, because every breath, every moment, every thought,
belongs to you.