When he looked at me I knew he didn't understand but I just smiled sadly
and waved him off. I was a sixteen year old now and no one could tell me
different. I had grown into what could be called an adult especially If one
considers my background. I just wish I could go back to the way it was!
I watch as he orbs away and I turn and walk to the house I know so well. I walk up those well trodden red steps and knock on the bright blue door. It all aches with familiarity, with security and warmth. When he opens the door, he smiles and opens his arms, and once again the floodgates open. He pulls me into a warm hug whispering comfort in my ear, while kissing my neck. He pulls me inside and we walk up the stairs to his bedroom. We sit on the oh so familiar bed and lie down and cuddle into each other. He knows, it has been on the news, his heart breaks for me. He doesn't ask questions doesn't wonder why, just knows that I need him to be there while I grieve. I can't think, I just feel.
I have lost so many, I lost my childhood, my mother, my father, my adoptive mother, adoptive father and my little sister. I have lost everything but he still remains giving me the comfort I need to process all that has happened.
He doesn't question me about my scars never has, I don't think he ever will but as he holds me I start to wonder why he doesn't ask. I look up and look into his bright blue eyes and I wonder who he is, I mean really who he is, is not the person he shows but the other side. How is it he doesn't need to know stuff about me, most people are full of questions but he just accepts what I tell him. How is it I have never met his parents yet I am always at his house. I have stayed overnight but yet no parents. He is always there when I think about him and seems to know when I need him.
I can't believe I never picked it before, he is a white lighter. It is the only explanation!!
I watch as he orbs away and I turn and walk to the house I know so well. I walk up those well trodden red steps and knock on the bright blue door. It all aches with familiarity, with security and warmth. When he opens the door, he smiles and opens his arms, and once again the floodgates open. He pulls me into a warm hug whispering comfort in my ear, while kissing my neck. He pulls me inside and we walk up the stairs to his bedroom. We sit on the oh so familiar bed and lie down and cuddle into each other. He knows, it has been on the news, his heart breaks for me. He doesn't ask questions doesn't wonder why, just knows that I need him to be there while I grieve. I can't think, I just feel.
I have lost so many, I lost my childhood, my mother, my father, my adoptive mother, adoptive father and my little sister. I have lost everything but he still remains giving me the comfort I need to process all that has happened.
He doesn't question me about my scars never has, I don't think he ever will but as he holds me I start to wonder why he doesn't ask. I look up and look into his bright blue eyes and I wonder who he is, I mean really who he is, is not the person he shows but the other side. How is it he doesn't need to know stuff about me, most people are full of questions but he just accepts what I tell him. How is it I have never met his parents yet I am always at his house. I have stayed overnight but yet no parents. He is always there when I think about him and seems to know when I need him.
I can't believe I never picked it before, he is a white lighter. It is the only explanation!!