For those who wonder, this was completely from the kindness of her heart. I did not tell her to write this, or to do anything for that matter. Even so much the picture, she got from my facebook and edited it. I had no idea till when i got back from church the next day. This was written after a post-midnight conversation Saturday night (technically Sunday.) I hope you enjoy her writing.
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By: Sarah Krauter
His last whisper melted on the foggy glass, seen but not heard as he drove down the narrow street. The last song playing through his head. Again. "Do you like dreaming of things so impossible, so impractical..." Dashboard Confessional. So true, eh? He wondered how many times he had confessed his deepest fears to his dashboard. So glad it couldn't speak, or sing. Although those drives down the old road had certainly supplied enough stories and songs to last a lifetime. Or maybe only the next ten minutes. And he saw her face through the heavy air, and his heart froze. Inevitable. The light turned green. She crossed the street. The car behind him honked and he jerked to a start, flooring the gas pedal.
Maybe today she didn't see him.
But she would.
Soon.
~*~
She laughed like sunshine. She was his sunshine. Nothing could be more beautiful, because even in its imperfections, love was perfect. It tugged at the corners of his mouth, this secret joy as he watched her. She caught him staring.
"What," she laughed, "what is it."
"It's you," he said.
"So serious," she teased, tilting her head to the side like a puppy dog.
"You're so beautiful," he said softly.
~*~
He wanted to wrap his arms around her. Wanted to take away her pain. Her fear.
"I'm here," he whispered.
~*~
And he stood in the pouring rain, holding out to her what was left of his heart. Her back was turned but she knew he was there. His feet sank into the mud as he took a step closer. The black sky fell.
"Please," he yelled, rain an tears streaming down his face, "take it." He saw her shivering through her thin blouse. The rain stung his face, his hands, but he reached out farther.
"Please." His voice cracked. The thunder boomed behind him. She turned to look at him, so close, and yet so far. She looked into her open hand, at the last peice of his crystal heart. A look washed over her face...confusion. pain. he didn't know which. He waited. She didn't move. He sank to his knees.
Broken.
"Please," he whispered.
Here
By: Sarah Krauter
His last whisper melted on the foggy glass, seen but not heard as he drove down the narrow street. The last song playing through his head. Again. "Do you like dreaming of things so impossible, so impractical..." Dashboard Confessional. So true, eh? He wondered how many times he had confessed his deepest fears to his dashboard. So glad it couldn't speak, or sing. Although those drives down the old road had certainly supplied enough stories and songs to last a lifetime. Or maybe only the next ten minutes. And he saw her face through the heavy air, and his heart froze. Inevitable. The light turned green. She crossed the street. The car behind him honked and he jerked to a start, flooring the gas pedal.
Maybe today she didn't see him.
But she would.
Soon.
~*~
She laughed like sunshine. She was his sunshine. Nothing could be more beautiful, because even in its imperfections, love was perfect. It tugged at the corners of his mouth, this secret joy as he watched her. She caught him staring.
"What," she laughed, "what is it."
"It's you," he said.
"So serious," she teased, tilting her head to the side like a puppy dog.
"You're so beautiful," he said softly.
~*~
He wanted to wrap his arms around her. Wanted to take away her pain. Her fear.
"I'm here," he whispered.
~*~
And he stood in the pouring rain, holding out to her what was left of his heart. Her back was turned but she knew he was there. His feet sank into the mud as he took a step closer. The black sky fell.
"Please," he yelled, rain an tears streaming down his face, "take it." He saw her shivering through her thin blouse. The rain stung his face, his hands, but he reached out farther.
"Please." His voice cracked. The thunder boomed behind him. She turned to look at him, so close, and yet so far. She looked into her open hand, at the last peice of his crystal heart. A look washed over her face...confusion. pain. he didn't know which. He waited. She didn't move. He sank to his knees.
Broken.
"Please," he whispered.
Photo edited by: Sarah Krauter
Art drawn by: Brett Elam