I just wrote a short story for fun, if you have a moment, you should all read it and tell me what you think. He Asked Me to Come Back By: Colton Hebert He asked me to come back, to love him, for he would love me too. As I lay there, slipping out of what I had held on to so desperately for so long, my mind dreamt back the history of touches. He was everything and everywhere of all the things and of all the places. I was dancing in a forest fogged, and he was the gust to bring me clear steps. He picked up my heart and at that point I found purpose in my movements, my feelings and my thoughts. He had struck me with his mind and left me open chested, fixing me with his understanding. He was my penny in the well, and I knew I had my wish to love him. “Do you see this?” he said. “All the beauty from the flowers, this garden, it’s so full of life. I can only dream of a world like this.” “I see it all too, I really do, I really do.” I replied, fascinated with his fascination. We stood there in silence, people gazing here and there at the marvels of every whisper the universe was delivering. Something had changed that day, a love he found in himself, a life he sparked in his misguided being. A spark he confused for something brief and something present. “Are you sure?” “I love you, of course.” “I love you, too.” Passion was exchanged, and tears fell from my eyes. “It all comes down to you.” Time flexed and folded, moved past too fast, and soon enough, confusion was resolved within him. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Love, I mean love, it has so many different dimensions and meanings.” It ran over me. He had to tend to the fire in himself, to build a flame that would last his lifetime. I couldn’t bear to be without him, not in any way. This bite slowly poisoned me, and intoxicated me in a drunken thought of self-defeat and hopelessness. “Let’s take a trip, a hike, we can go there to collect ourselves, to heal.” He said, trying to hold onto me in the way he wished. “I still love you, I really do.” “That sounds nice.” I said, thinking any second with him would help, not knowing it would just bring me pain, pain that I rooted in myself, growing a vine that tangled tight onto my heart. As we took in the sight amongst the cliffs, I saw his eyes in the mountains, his lips in the sky and his heart in the trees. He became the beauty I see, a beauty I had wished to hold me. I stepped off, and felt at piece. As I fell his beauty, the weight was finally gone, the thoughts blown away and the heart clean from its tangle. I crashed into clarity. I tore every seam he had sewn, for he was in every stitch, I ripped every bandage, for he was in every wound. The love for him I was forced to keep inside had finally poured from my lungs, and I was able to breathe. I needed to break again to fix myself by myself for myself; to be free of him was to find him again. Not in everything, but in myself. To keep him in a place I held dear, and not in all the world I was to discover. He asked for me to come back to him, to love him, for he would love me. For a moment I was tempted by what I had always wanted. Him. But as moments are, it passed. It wasn’t true, for I knew how he loved me, and it wasn’t in the way I wished. I fell to my death, my death from him, for I needed to die to live again. I still think about him, visiting that place of him I keep close in me, for I will always love him. I will love him every day. Life scooped me from the sky and blessed me with wings. I now fly free, and continue with hope I had once lost. For in hope is love and in love is life.
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 23:14:27 +0000
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