July 19th // Part V
In the late afternoons, I listen as floorboards creak to the sounds of make-believe, and to you laughing all by yourself. I hear tea cups clinking and malaprop singing and once-empty pages being scratched full. It’s the magic you’ve found inside s p a c e to just be, and I try to make it easy to find. But there’s something to be said of the eagerness in your wave and the way you scurry off with your friends. It's that little taste of freedom, that thrill of not taking my hand, while still bringing home the leftovers from any experience lived without me. You drop your bags and I sit, like a dog beneath a table, happy to drink up whatever details you'll drop, hungry for whatever you’re still willing to share.
Love this Olivia! Making me feel lots of feelings 🥹😭
Oh I feel this. So beautiful!!