You don’t get it. I love you more than you know, no really. I’ve been ready to leave everything and start over for you, on multiple occasions. But what do you do? You leave. You drop off the face of the Earth and act like I don’t exist. You ignore my messages and post on things to let me know you’re close by. You. Break. My heart. Every time.
The day finished slowly, but as soon as she was able, she left for the fish fry at the firehouse. The men were in their uniforms outside, showing off their muscles as often as they could. The bright red's against their tan skin was a perfect combo in her eyes.
Rain hitting the asphalt and cement filled the air with the smell of the city as cars flew by on this quiet night. This was the smell she knew and loved. It was really not pampered to the ideas of newcomers to the city. The humid air made her skin feel sticky and dirty.
The two made it back to her apartment and went up to her floor. They continued small talk about her book and some of the other boring things happening in their lives.
This was written for my husband's uncle, who is fighting against stage four lung cancer. Being an artist, colors really speak to me and in his time of need, I wanted to write something that would brighten his day. I figured that it might be helpful for anyone else going through struggles. Even if you're not battling cancer, this is still for you.
Loving ourselves comes difficulty, much more so than loving others. We as people tend to look past flaws in others and love them as they are, or even embrace flaws as strengths while focusing on the flaws in ourselves and damning ourselves for them. We, as a species, want to give love but have forgotten how to, and I believe it stems from damning ourselves. If we don't love ourselves, we have difficulty understanding how to love others, myself included.