I do not own The Magic of Ordinary Days.

I am on a tangent for it though.

Silence In The Stillness

"Is there anything you like about me, Livy?"

And then he walked out the door and left.

He left and she stayed behind.

Stayed behind with all the words she wanted to say locked behind trembling lips and tear-streaked cheeks.

Yes. Yes, Ray, I like you.

I like so many things about you.

I like the kindness with which you treat me.

The way you always try to make me happy.

Always try to make me feel safe, well cared for.

I like the way you respect my wishes.

You don't try to force yourself upon me, never try to force me to think like you.

I like that we can have a discussion as equals, that I can disagree with you without having to fear your retaliation.

I like that you try to make me smile, make me laugh.

I like that you accept me and this baby.

That you don't remind me that it is only because of your goodwill that I live here, have food to eat, a roof over my head, that I should be grateful to you.

I like that you don't constantly try to make me pray forgiveness for my sins, constantly begging like a worthless ingrate.

I like that you're not ashamed of me, to be seen with me, that you don't care what people think because you believe, no matter what they say or may privately think, they want the best for us above all else.

I like the way you look at me when you think I'm not looking.

That you admire me, that you drink me in like I'm the only woman you ever care to lay eyes on.

I like that you try not to let me see you looking at me that way because you don't want to offend me, disrespect me.

I like the way it feels to dance with you, move my feet to the beat and feel your hand on the small of my back.

I like that you try to take an interest in the things I like, that you try to share with me the things you like.

I like that you taught me to drive your truck, treated me like I was capable of doing so, even filling up the gas from the can.

I like the way you look when you're working, when you're eating, when you're sitting in a chair reading a book.

I like the way you look, the line of your jaw, the softness in your eyes.

I like the sound of your voice, how you always seem to murmur and not shout.

Unless you're trying to dig a hole for me and the baby to swim in.

I like how unpretentious you are, you don't have to look down your nose at others in order to feel good about yourself.

I like the way you kissed me just now, the warmth of your hands on my face, the gentle uncertainty of your lips, the way you looked at me as you were doing so.

Though I couldn't quite bring myself to show it at the time.

And I like that even though I'm crying and heartbroken and you're hurting and angry and I don't know how any of this is going to work out, that you will try to do your best by me.

Even though I feel I don't deserve you and you should be with someone better for you than . . .

"Ray-"

. . . me.

Just another blurb explosion. Written and posted in about twenty minutes.

Carry on.

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