You are a bonfire on an autumn night, ash circles above you and mingles with the stars. You are blades of grass inching through the snow- the first sign of Spring. You are the half remembered lullaby that stays in the head of an adult long after they fell asleep as a child.
You are the strings of a violin vibrating in harmony. You are dappled sunlight streaming through a canopy of green leaves. You are smooth round pebbles on a beach, kept and saved by children who see you as treasure.
You are the darkness behind stars that heralds so much more than what we know. You are chopped wood outside a cottage on a Winter's night. You are a cold mountain stream destined to provide life for thousands.
You are red coral in a reef, you have seen thousands of years and have sheltered generations of marine lie. You are the pollen on a bee's legs, spreading around gardens so that people miles away from where you once were can see you bloom. You are a plane ticket stub stored in an old woman's diary.
You are a childhood friendship revisited years later where time has not stopped compatibility. You are music blaring from the penthouse apartment of a man showing his first grandchild how to play the piano. You are the cool wind so dearly cherished on a hot summer's day.
You are a forever expanding desert, the shape of you changes each day with the wind and animals and humans alike travel for days to enter your hidden oasis'. You are birthday candles blown out tentatively, silk-like smoke rises above you and you are a wish come true. You are a friendship bracelet, a wedding ring, a family heirloom, a locket containing pictures of loved ones.
You are a mirror that has seen beautiful, excited faces for hundreds of years. You are a field of daisies and dandelions, you are not a weed: you are the crowns on the heads of barefooted children. You are a painting in an art gallery, people fall in love with you and have fallen in love in front of you.
You are the righteous fury of the seas, nothing can curb your eternal majesty. You are beautiful clothes wrapped in tissue paper and ribbon. You are a turquoise swimming pool on the hottest day of the year, they flock to the cool relief you give.
You are a first kiss on New Years Eve, you prophesy a new year of happiness. You are the secret spot where lovers meet in the dead of night. You are a good book being read for the first time by candlelight during a black-out.
You are a pair of newly broken-in pointe shoes dancing on the stage for the first time. You are the blanket fort that protects children scared of the dark. You are the gleams of sunlight breaking through a cloudy sky.
You are sea foam crashing on cliffs hewn rough with erosion. You are comets swirling through a dancing glitter sky. You are the shared dreams between people who have never met.
You are a train journey to a new, exciting place. You are lined paper covered in half-thought poems and sketches of friends during class. You are the planets orbiting around the sun like pieces of a watch that have spilled out into the galaxy.
She slashed at birch leaves till the splintery point of the broken broomstick was green and sticky. “Ser Gregor,” she breathed. “Dunsen, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling.” She spun and leapt and balanced on the balls of her feet, darting this way and that, knocking pinecones flying. “The Tickler,” she called out one time, “the Hound,” the next. “Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei.” The bole of an oak loomed before her, and she lunged to drive her point through it, grunting “Joffrey, Joffrey, Joffrey.” Her arms and legs were dappled by sunlight and the shadows of leaves. A sheen of sweat covered her skin by the time she paused. The heel of her right foot was bloody where she’d skinned it, so she stood one-legged before the heart tree and raised her sword in salute. “Valar morghulis,” she told the old gods of the north. She liked how the words sounded when she said them.
The evening sun was leaking into through the
gauzy curtains, casting lazy shadows over the furniture. It was quiet and the
house was comfortably warm, and there was a feeling of content thrumming
through your body.
Calum looked absolutely beautiful.
Curled up in a an armchair, he was a lanky
bundle of brown limbs, the dappled sunlight playing with the edges of his
eyelashes. His hair peeked out from under his hoodie, falling in messy curls
over his forehead, and his bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he
perused the pages of his latest novel. He looked entirely too small in his
pyjama pants and mismatched socks, his grey hoodie all but swallowing his
‘Quit staring, love’ he mumbled, a small smile
gracing his lips.
A soft laugh left your lips. ‘’M not staring,’
you said. ‘How’s the book?’
Calum made a noncommittal noise. ‘It’s very
average,’ he said, idly turning the page. ‘The story’s really hard to follow
and there’s this really unnecessary romantic subplot between the main
characters and… I mean, it’s not that great.’
You hummed in response, stretching your legs out
as you lay down along the length of the couch opposite him. ‘Why are you still
reading it then?’ you asked gently.
Calum shrugged. ‘Not sure,’ he said, dog-earing
the page carefully before closing the book. He stretched his arms above his
head, yawning. ‘Wanted to do something other than scroll through my phone, I
guess. Didn’t work out too well.’
‘You could come here, then,’ you said, not even
trying to be subtle. ‘Cuddle with me for a bit, I miss you.’
‘That’s a lie,’ Calum said, standing up. ‘You’ve
had me all day, how could you possibly miss me?’
He shuffled over to the arm of the couch,
tumbling over it with an floomf until his body was sprawled on top of
yours, his head pressed unceremoniously against your shoulder and his stomach
shaking with silent giggles. Groaning a little, he shifted until he was
comfortable, wrapping his arms around you and pushing his face into the crook
of your neck.
And it was just youandcalum, wrapped up
together, all by yourself, just the way you wanted it.
It seemed like hours before you spoke again.
‘I still miss you,’ you said softly, running
your hand through Calum’s hair. ‘Doesn’t matter if you’re on the other side of the world
or on the other side of the room, I still miss you. ‘M always gonna want you.’
Calum pressed his lips against the skin of your
neck, squeezing your middle a little. ‘I love you,’ he mumbled. ‘A lot.’
He yawned, his eyelashes catching the last rays
of sunlight as he turned his head up to look at you, kissing your cheek. ‘I’m
always going to love you,’ he said, finally closing his eyes.