Sarah gazed up at me with big brown eyes, "What is love, Momma?" she asked breaking the silence. I was surprised, she was always a quiet child who always entertained herself. Just like me.
"Well sweetie, Love is the most powerful weapon us sane have on our side" I said staring into the distance.
"Then, if we have love. What do they have?" she said pointing back at the mess behind us.
"They harbor hate. Something only love could beat," I said pushing her forward when I heard the gunshots.
We must find shelter before they notice that we are gone, and we wouldn't be coming back.
"Momma?" Sarah spoke once more.
"I'm cold" she said stretching her too small jacket around her.
"Don't worry. We are almost there. We are almost there" I said quickening my pace.
"Everyone thinks I'm insane for loving you. Mom and Dad thinks I should marry a nice lawyer from a small town who has a big heart and a closed mind," I told her looking deep into her electric blue eyes. "Is that what you want, Kasey? You want to marry someone who you don't love. And yeah, you are insane for loving a person like me because I'm equally insane for loving you. When you're not looking, I count the strands of hair in your head. And I have a whole journal filled with nothing but your initials. I sometimes count the freckles on your face and I take notice of how you smell like you splashed your self in water from the Bahamas every time you visit me. I analyze the moons above your cuticles on each hand and at midnight when the world is too quiet, I stand on my apartment building and shout 'I love Kasey White and one day I would like to change her last name to Robinson. Forget what these homophobic Georgians think!'
"I-I never knew you felt so strongly of me," My cheeks flushed a bright rouge. So bright that from a distance, someone would think I was a traffic light.
"And that's only half of it, baby" She said taking a deep puff from her cigar looking into the distance.
"Only half of it"
"Love me forever and never let me go," I said looking into the reflected moon is his eyes.
His lifeless body was lying in the sand on the coastline of the beach. And I thought "Love is a little like dying. We are dying everyday and we are falling in love with our enemies. Slowly, but surely.
Whenever you think of me, I want you to look at the sky. Just look at the way I hold the sun, stars, the moon , the stars and my love for you. I never let you down, no matter what, I stay afloat, no matter how much it rains. Think about all my promises and how I fulfilled every last one of them, even if by doing so I wasn't keeping promises with my self. Whenever you are crying, remember how I dry your tears and before they hit the ground. I am blue, purple, and sometimes full of clouds. But eventually, don't they clear out? When you want to scream, scream at no one else but me because I am the one the listens. I am patient and I never interrupt you when you are talking. And when you're feeling lonely, think of me, always in the sky by myself, with no one to talk to. Just think of me as the sky.
I wonder if she thinks of me as much as I think of her. Sometimes, I think that I love her too much and its gonna hurt me in the end. Like all my past relationships, but something is different about her. I mean she talks like she has the world in the palms of her hands. And she talks like she is the chancellor of the Earth, Sun, Moon, and the Stars. Every time she talks to me a chill goes up my spine and my cheeks turn a natural rouge. I can help but feel intrigued by her very existence.
What if there was one person who had all the knowledge of the universe? One person that was chosen at birth to be the mind reader, the keeper of spirits, the ghost seer and every super power rolled into one. What if this one person knew all of our destiny's? What if they knew whether we were going to heaven or hell? Or if there were even a heaven and hell? Or what if it just one person. Maybe a group of 10 elite people who all knew everything you could possibly know.
I remember when I was young, I always depended on someone to help me. I was waiting for a non existent "prince charming" to come save me from my sorrows. Like all those disney princesses. Al that time, I was waiting for a hero. A hero to save me from this tormented world. A hero to come capture me and take me into the sunset.
Now I realize,
Sometimes you have to be your own hero.