What are you doing? He asked.
Catching the sun rays. She
responded.
He
did not understand her; did not understand the
serenity that filled her gaze as she soaked in the sun, he did not
understand how she could live so deeply after she had been buried so
far, but he wanted
to.
She was like a pine
tree growing in a tiny spot of soil with rocks surrounding her and threatening
to suffocate the life out of her, but they never did. She flourished right
where she was and never complained. Yet even with that smile arched on her lips, he
saw the pain clearly written on her face. How she managed to stay afloat when
she had every reason to sink was a secret that he wasn’t so sure he would ever
discover.
You are amazing. He said honestly, but
his voice cracked and broke as he watched her turn to look at him, her eyes
wide.
She did not say anything; she did not need to. He could
read her like a book, her face as transparent as a window pane. He could
see the struggle warring in her heart and he wondered why it was that after so
many years she still could not see her worth.
He had so many
things he wanted to tell her; so many things that were threatening to smother him,
but like every other time he kept silent hoping that one day he would have the
courage to tell her how much he loved her.
He
wanted to tell her that her hair shone
like gold when the sun fell upon it just right, he wanted to tell her
that he
loved the shoes she always wore and that Converse were his favorite,
that he
loved the way her fingers arched whenever she was playing the piano,
that the music she listened to was the music that he secretly loved
because it reminded him of her, and most of
all, that he loved her voice. And that every time she spoke he fell in
love all over again.
Thank
you. She whispered and her eyes filled with tears.
For what? He asked.
For believing in me.
In an effort to become a better writer and not feel so shy about sharing my work with you guys, I will be starting a new series that will bring my short stories out into the light. I hope you enjoy them as I experiment with relationships and different life-situations and strive to put my heart and soul into whatever I write.
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In an effort to become a better writer and not feel so shy about sharing my work with you guys, I will be starting a new series that will bring my short stories out into the light. I hope you enjoy them as I experiment with relationships and different life-situations and strive to put my heart and soul into whatever I write.
Amy Jane

"And that every time she spoke he fell in love all over again." << eek. that line is so perfect. i just love this, and that photo is one of my favorite photos on pintrest. just the plaid, and her tears, and his hand on the back of her head... it's just a favorite.
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