Paisley Bird
Stories (2/0)
Maia's Melody
I sit unaware of my body’s stillness. Lost in thought: I remember the moment you told me how fascinated you were by the spacing in between my words. It was on graduation night, right after the grad party, we went to the beach at night and listened to the waves unwind. When I spoke, you smiled, musing that my voice was like a sweet melody and my intention behind the words was pure. You joked that my future husband would be a musician; I would play along and blame my name. I replay the way your eyes lit up when I laughed out of nervousness of your adoration for me. My soul had never felt more naked than when in front of you. And every instance of vulnerability, you reminded me how safe I was. You were my family.
By Paisley Bird3 years ago in Humans