the leaver's song

haha it's not a song...
i'm back! i didn't drop off the face of the Earth! i don't have an excuse as to where i was. i just didn't feel like blogging. but i'm back! yay!
i live in a really small town, and there's always someone who wants to leave the town and go to a big city. so this is for them.
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People say that life in a small town is amazing. They see it on TV and the read it in books. It puts this image in your head. An image of everyone getting along, everyone smiling, everyone loving. I can tell you from experience that it's ... kind of like that. Pretty close.
But there's always that one kid who wants out. More than anything they want to get out of the history, out of the hustle and bustle.
I hear that years ago, his name was Seth. He had a broken family and a broken heart. Everyone could always find something mean to say about him, and he wanted to get away. I guess it turns out that he couldn't get out, because his daughter goes to school with me. Or maybe he got out but came back. I don't know.
A few years later, it was Sara. She was pregnant with an unexpected child, and she wanted to run from unrequited love. Run to Seattle. But she stood her ground. It was her town as much as it was his. Now her daughter is one of my best friends.
I always wonder why people want to get away from this town and go to a big city. Sure, it has it's flaws. Nothing is perfect. I guess they want a taste of the world, the big scary thing outside the limits of our little slice of the world. But I think we all belong here. And I'm glad Seth and Sara stayed.
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yeah, i'm a little rusty on the story writing thing...

in a perfect world

In a perfect world, no one would hate, and everyone would love.
In a prefect world, no one would suffer.
In a perfect world, two people in love would be together forever without having to worry about the curveballs of life.
In a perfect world, a child would never have to suffer losing a parent, and a parent a child.
In a perfect world, the words "I love you" would be said at least once a day by everyone to everyone.
In a perfect world, school would be about friendship and education, not about fashion and cliques.
In a perfect world, a friend would walk into your life and never ever walk out.
In a perfect world, there would be no such thing as hatred, jealousy, malice, war, or revenge.
In a perfect world, no one would ever hit a child.
In a perfect world, people would kiss more often than fight.
In a perfect world, the rich would give to the poor.
In a perfect world, the full would give to the hungry.
In a perfect world, love would mean more than sex.
In a perfect world, the world wouldn't have this many imperfects that would cause me to with for a perfect world.

then the dandelions won't hear you

today is another short story day. i like to write short stories. they make no sense, and i don't have to attempt to explain them. they're fun. and HYPOTHETICAL!
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Sometimes things happen and you can't stop them. No matter what. You can only sit back and watch the fireworks.
This was one of those things.
We'd been friends for a while. He was always chased by other girls, and I was a single mother. I always just assumed nothing would or could happen. He was very good with my daughter, Jessica. She really liked him, but we both understood that he wasn't a romantic interest of mine.
My fiance had been killed in the army. I always told myself that I would never fall in love again. I always thought it was true.
Jessica loved him, almost as she had loved my fiance, her father. He loved her, too. He had told her so once.
Having him around really helped. He always took care of her if I needed a break. He loved it. Jessica loved it. I loved it.
But until today I never thought that I loved him. He was an amazing friend. Today I thought I loved him. It was while he was making Jessica laugh. He looked over at me and smiled. At that moment I found myself wondering what it would be like to kiss him. At that moment I discovered that I'd been wondering that in the back of my mind for a few weeks. But I didn't try. I was too scared.
Now I was incredibly curious. I was staring at his mouth while he was trying to talk to me. He looked confused.
"Are you staring at my mouth?" he asked. What an awkward question. The answer was yes, but I wasn't about to admit it.
"Sorry. I was just kind of spacing out." I replied. He smiled.
"Oh, you're tired right?" he said. "You have little bags under your eyes." I liked to consider myself an attractive young woman, so bags under my eyes was not a good thing.
"Yeah, Jessica was up all night." I said, rubbing one of my eyes. "You heard the thunder, right? She hates thunder and lightning."
"Yeah, I know." he smiled. Feeling my curiosity nag again, I picked a dandelion growing near my feet. He cocked his head to the side.
"You wish on dandelions?" I smiled.
"Yeah. Why not, right?" I took a deep breath and blew on the dandelion. To my surprise, every single seed fell off and blew away in the wind. I turned it in my hand, slightly disbelieving that I had actually managed to blow every seed off. He smiled and nudged me a little.
"Hey, you blew them all off. That means your wish will come true." he said. Little did he know that I had wished for the guts to kiss him. His mouth was looking better by the second, and to my own horror my wish really was coming true.
"What did you wish for?" he asked. The only thing stopping me was how much taller he was than me. I was only five feet tall and he was a little over six feet. I couldn't reach him without him bending down. I smiled a forced smile.
"If I tell you, then it won't come true." I couldn't decide if I was delighted or terrified when he leaned a little closer to me.
"Whisper. Then the dandelions won't hear you." he said, quietly. All I had to do was stand on my tip-toes and his mouth would meet mine. The very thought made my head spin. I wasn't sure if I could or even if I wanted to. I knew I wanted to, but I didn't want to ruin what we had.
I couldn't stop myself as I shifted on my toes and kissed him. It felt a million times better than I had ever imagined. The only problem was I didn't want to pull away. I didn't want to see his reaction. But I didn't want to keep my mouth there too long and look creepy.
Just as I was going to pull away, I felt a little push. He kissed me back. I didn't know what to do. I had never anticipated the possibility of him kissing me. I just stood there and enjoyed the moment. I wanted it to last forever. But eventually my nerves got the better of me and I pulled back.
"That's what I wished for." I whispered. I was still so close that my nose was brushing against his. He smiled again.
"Looks like you got your wish." he whispered back to me. I smiled and crinkled my nose, not wanting these few moments to ever go away.