love
It’s a beautiful Memorial Day weekend. The amusement parks have just opened for the season and the crowds are swarming the lines for each ride. I’m next in line for the biggest ride there, The Boomerang. My heart is pounding as the gate opens to step into the seat. I’m in, I’m locked, no chickening out. The train of seats is pulled all the way up the track, we’re now vertically raised in the air and I can see everything. I’m on top of the world. I hear the train click as it is released and we are dropped. Butterflies are going absolutely insane in my stomach and I feel like it’s the first time I looked into his eyes. I can see everything flying by just like time since the day I met him. Phew! We have stopped, but wait, we are raised vertically again but now I’m backwards. I can’t see what’s behind me and I’m scared. The ride drops again and yet I feel the same butterflies fluttering in my stomach once more. No matter which way I’m going, the feeling is still there and no matter how scared I am, I know I’m safe locked in the embrace of his arms, or yet just the seat belt of the ride.
It is now November 29. The day after Thanksgiving or known as “the biggest shopping day of the year.” Shoppers are crowding each and every aisle in every single store. Cell phones, babies crying, arguing, laughing, and general conversation drown out the intercoms throughout the stores softly streaming music. No one seems to notice the song playing, but the second it begins, my heart starts beating a little softer. I stop in place and listen as people push and shove to get around me. “Let's stay together, loving you whether times are good or bad, happy or sad…”Al Greene, the soul of love. I see some eyes focus their attention on the speakers as they form a warm smile and blush for a quick moment and become calmer with their walk. He grabs my hand, the butterflies swirl, and we dance. We’re in a clustered aisle in the middle of Hallmark, eyes staring at us with surprise, yet I hardly notice them. We dance.
It is spring and the sun is shining brightly. I walk outside to grab the mail and see a little girl playing with a fallen baby bird. My skin tightens, as I know its mother will neglect it due to the human scent upon its feathers. The mother flies away and doesn’t return to her own baby. We leave the bird out for a day to see if it can survive. On the way to the work the next day I see the bird learning to fly with another, and I fall into a memory of a personal experience of mine of being left behind with no wings to lift me up. Then, he came into my life and no matter what past experiences had touched me to force others to abandon me, he lifted me. My negative experiences in the past that formed a burden upon me as the human scent does to a baby bird never turned him away. He strengthened my wings and taught to me to fly, and high in the sky, I’m on top of the world.
written by me
It is now November 29. The day after Thanksgiving or known as “the biggest shopping day of the year.” Shoppers are crowding each and every aisle in every single store. Cell phones, babies crying, arguing, laughing, and general conversation drown out the intercoms throughout the stores softly streaming music. No one seems to notice the song playing, but the second it begins, my heart starts beating a little softer. I stop in place and listen as people push and shove to get around me. “Let's stay together, loving you whether times are good or bad, happy or sad…”Al Greene, the soul of love. I see some eyes focus their attention on the speakers as they form a warm smile and blush for a quick moment and become calmer with their walk. He grabs my hand, the butterflies swirl, and we dance. We’re in a clustered aisle in the middle of Hallmark, eyes staring at us with surprise, yet I hardly notice them. We dance.
It is spring and the sun is shining brightly. I walk outside to grab the mail and see a little girl playing with a fallen baby bird. My skin tightens, as I know its mother will neglect it due to the human scent upon its feathers. The mother flies away and doesn’t return to her own baby. We leave the bird out for a day to see if it can survive. On the way to the work the next day I see the bird learning to fly with another, and I fall into a memory of a personal experience of mine of being left behind with no wings to lift me up. Then, he came into my life and no matter what past experiences had touched me to force others to abandon me, he lifted me. My negative experiences in the past that formed a burden upon me as the human scent does to a baby bird never turned him away. He strengthened my wings and taught to me to fly, and high in the sky, I’m on top of the world.
written by me