Nov 19, 2023 11:07:50 GMT -5
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Post by Star Quinzell Carter on Nov 19, 2023 11:07:50 GMT -5
His way with words, her favorite thing about him.
Why do you love him? A question she always asked herself and was now asking herself again. I love him because he is everything I am not even if no one sees it but me. I love him because his words protect me when I feel afraid and naked and bare in ways that I feel so insecure about all the time but he is him and I am me and I love him for what I know he gives me that I do not understand all the time.
"How am I supposed to follow that up?" she asked as she laughed. He was better at it than her but her love for him was just as strong as she cleared her throat. She turned her head and looked at him as she gripped his hands, for her words were lost. "Hunter," she said. She hated the fact that she got that lack of expression from her words from her father because she wanted to push through and be able to say what she felt but at the moment blown away did not even describe her emotions so she gripped his hands tighter. "I'm trying," she said.
Her stars however, they were more confident, more shining than she could ever be as they moved from her hands to his and up to his face right on either sides of his cheeks and she smiled. "I.."
She closed her eyes and she could hear her mother so vividly. Look at him, feel him and the words will come as they should. She tilted her head again and she squinted her eyes watching her stars still reflect on his face. Her grip on his hands tightened for a third time, and her tears fell but she spoke. "You are that which I am not and you make me better because when I fall and when I think that I can not do it, you push me and that, Hunter that is why you are my center."
She was already there and she knew it even when she went toe to toe with her father about her feelings. She just had to believe that this would carry her in her times of weakness and be what she needed because this road, this thread of that jump rope was not thin but full and strong enough to get them through anything. "Let's get married," she said quietly too. "We can watch mom and dad's wedding via butterflies and take those same vows."
Hunter Quinzell
Why do you love him? A question she always asked herself and was now asking herself again. I love him because he is everything I am not even if no one sees it but me. I love him because his words protect me when I feel afraid and naked and bare in ways that I feel so insecure about all the time but he is him and I am me and I love him for what I know he gives me that I do not understand all the time.
"How am I supposed to follow that up?" she asked as she laughed. He was better at it than her but her love for him was just as strong as she cleared her throat. She turned her head and looked at him as she gripped his hands, for her words were lost. "Hunter," she said. She hated the fact that she got that lack of expression from her words from her father because she wanted to push through and be able to say what she felt but at the moment blown away did not even describe her emotions so she gripped his hands tighter. "I'm trying," she said.
Her stars however, they were more confident, more shining than she could ever be as they moved from her hands to his and up to his face right on either sides of his cheeks and she smiled. "I.."
She closed her eyes and she could hear her mother so vividly. Look at him, feel him and the words will come as they should. She tilted her head again and she squinted her eyes watching her stars still reflect on his face. Her grip on his hands tightened for a third time, and her tears fell but she spoke. "You are that which I am not and you make me better because when I fall and when I think that I can not do it, you push me and that, Hunter that is why you are my center."
She was already there and she knew it even when she went toe to toe with her father about her feelings. She just had to believe that this would carry her in her times of weakness and be what she needed because this road, this thread of that jump rope was not thin but full and strong enough to get them through anything. "Let's get married," she said quietly too. "We can watch mom and dad's wedding via butterflies and take those same vows."
Hunter Quinzell