she didn't want to love
she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
Marry me.she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
The words continue to spin through her head, daffodil seeds set loose by the impassioned exhalation of youth and love to plant themselves within the soft earth of spring. Taking hold and stretching roots deep into her soul, they sprout up blades of fresh green leaves, enticed to push through the loam of her insecurities by the blinding radiance of his light. Marry me, marry me, marry me- until she breaks once more into brilliant bloom and bursts apart again.
His hands on her back and hers in his hair; his laugh undercuts hers like the rumble of thunder, weaving in a harmony of alto and baritone. She crashes upon him like a wave and he holds the explosion of her heart like a bulwark, keeping her from splitting apart into a million pieces and dissolving into mist.
Gilded and prismatic she refracts him in a rainbow; smooth and luminescent she reflects him like a mirror. His smile is met with one of her own, vibrantly ecstatic, unfettered and unafraid. It is only when he demands his own prize to be given that Amalia pulls away, only enough that she can run her hands onto his chest. I can't give it to you now! she cries with mocking indignation, pushing against him and shaking her head and utterly unable to maintain her upset. "You've official won gift-giving. I can never give you anything again."
All that, and she hasn't even looked at the ring - her eyes belong to his, and nothing else.
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
