Lost in the happiness of a swelling future she was real.
Predictions came before questions and long wandering answers revealed themselves in the eyes of those she loved. It was all wonderful, full of promise, and no moment held more power then the moment that succeeded it.
There were few conversations.
He watched her as she carried herself. Body floating. Mind glowing. He watched every action from beginning to end. A stare. A wink. A smile. A nod. He watched. Everything made sense. Everything.
"Do I make you feel small?" asked the wind.
"You make my heart beat."
Was she free. Was she a whole individual. Was she lost in the world as one needs to be. Did she even need him.
He held her.
She floated and gazed and wondered and flew and he watched every move. He held her like a leaf holds the rain. He gave her just enough support for her to know he was there without containing her. He never held too tight. He never took control.
But she was real and he would never let go.
Water color on postcard by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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