Melting Snow_Finding You_Windows_Daddy Dearest
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Melting Snow
The last time we did this, things didn’t end so well. Afterwards, we had been so scared—I had been so scared—of trying agwww.onedoor.ccain. But here we are, aren’t we? Back on this white-capped mountain with the white-capped trees, melting into each other like sun-warmed snowmen. It’s been at least four years since I dared to come back here, and you’ve taken just as long to look me in the eyes again. But I know you must remember it. You had stood there smiling like a little schoolgirl, hair matted by snow and sweat, curls of coffee brown peeking from underneath a woolen cap. Your dark, round eyes peered i...
Finding You
Love is a strange premonition. Love is like religion, I think. It hops from person to person, changing every time. Some people can say “I love you” after two months and some people choke trying to say it to their kids. People always like the idea of love. But the thing is, the truth that they don’t want to accept - the real thing only works for a select few. You wish for love, like everyone else. But what can you say? You haven’t found love. Not in scarlet-stamped letters, not in silver teardrops at the train station. Not under black umbrellas or in opal eyes. Probably the closest thing you ha...
Windows
“Points of magical light, glimmering down on the field, illuminating the white and light-colored wildflowers.” I whispered as I gazed out the west-facing window in the living room. “What are you muttering about?” He teased, as he walked quietly up beside me, looking over my shoulder. “That!” I said, gesturing at the field, his gaze followed my hands, fingers wriggling in a fanciful gesture. “I know I’m a city boy.” Gripping my wrist gently, he kissed my fingers. “How so?” I turned toward him, curious. “I never knew stars could light up a field like that.” He tried taking a photo with his pho...
Daddy Dearest
FAT CHANCE WITH MY DADRivers and roads.Lines drawn by water, lines drawn by the hand of man.The stories of our lives unfold along these winding paths.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Imagine a line of men. The best of the best. Men who stood out amongst men. Men who were sought after and longed for. Imagine them standing in a line that stretched to the horizon. Imagine a sign that said: “CHOICE A” - Pick a father. I'd trudge for days until I stood before the one who shone the brightest in that line and without a doubt, that man would be my father. My dad was, is and ...