she didn't want to love
she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
Moving, smiling, singing, serving- it is easier to keep busy this year, and so much harder, too. Where in the past the girl felt heavy today her shoulders are light; where once she shied away to shadow today she reaches toward the sun. There is unrestrained vibrancy in her smile, brilliance in the flash of her eyes; there is passion flickering in her breast for him, for him, for him.she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
She checks in on her stall from time to time, stepping back behind the counter, straightening shelves, investigating wares. She is never looking at it, though; her mind remains fixed on the crowd, the familiar faces of family and friends. And lovers-- such a novel thought, even now, a full year on.
One year- it's astounding, really, how long and brief that year has been. At times it feels like a moment, at others a lifetime of his smiles. He found her then and he finds her now, appearing behind her in a stretch of arms and a lowered head, sliding around her as comfortably as any cloak or sheet. She cannot help it; she laughs at his onslaught, merry and mirthful, her slender arms crossing delicately over his, long fingers entangling against his own.
Contented and inspired, ensnared and enamoured, Amalia does not fight his embrace. "Hi," she breathes in easy response, her alto voice accented by the rumbling of her chest as she alters her lungs to allow a deep purr. "Are you enjoying the festival this year?"
Amalia
we are all b r o k e n
that's how the l i g h t gets in
that's how the l i g h t gets in
