The moment she realized she was actually an adult hit her hard. Not exactly in a bad way, really. But it was hard. Like being slammed by a battering ram, right in the chest. It was a moment of crisis and enlightenment. A moment of joy and terror. She was an adult now. That meant no more homework, but a lot more housework, and a lot of other things she wan't really prepared to think about just yet. It was all new, all terrifyingly and excitingly new.
But it was all in the moment she realized that it had happened. It wasn't when she realized she did the dishes every single evening, or that she made a weekly shopping list. It wasn't even when she paid her taxes on her own for the first time. No, the moment she realized she was really, truly an adult was the moment she realized... she could type without looking at the keyboard in front of her. Never before had she done something like that-- she had always, always, looked at the keys to type. Until that moment when she became an adult.
Saturday, April 11, 2015
Friday, April 10, 2015
Writing Doodle 025 - Selenophile
He loved her.
To those that knew, it was obvious, but to those that didn't, well, they simply didn't see the signs. Really, though, he loved her with his whole heart, with every piece of himself. Everything he did, he did for her.
And yet, they hardly saw one another. It was as though their lives were on complete opposite schedules. Still, he did what he could.
When he looked at her, she was radiant. Always glowing silver and fair, but never obscene in her beauty. She was perfect.
What he didn't realize, though, was that she would only glow beautifully when he could see her. He was the reason she shone. It was his light that caused hers. Perhaps he would never realize it. He was far too much in love to be reasonable, to see the reality.
She was the moon, and he the sun, and still he loved her like no one had ever loved before.
To those that knew, it was obvious, but to those that didn't, well, they simply didn't see the signs. Really, though, he loved her with his whole heart, with every piece of himself. Everything he did, he did for her.
And yet, they hardly saw one another. It was as though their lives were on complete opposite schedules. Still, he did what he could.
When he looked at her, she was radiant. Always glowing silver and fair, but never obscene in her beauty. She was perfect.
What he didn't realize, though, was that she would only glow beautifully when he could see her. He was the reason she shone. It was his light that caused hers. Perhaps he would never realize it. He was far too much in love to be reasonable, to see the reality.
She was the moon, and he the sun, and still he loved her like no one had ever loved before.
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