newsom carr / d9 / fin

Love is a kind, freeing feeling, and I feel it everywhere. It’s the pull of the sun rising in the morning and the way it lays down at night. It’s the hum of the wind as I’m walking to school and the way she laughs as we’re walking home. It’s us throwing our arms around each other as we disjointedly dance around the streets, abandoning our schoolwork and other priorities to spend more time together. My father gets angry, he says I’m young, what do I know about love? I want to throw the question back at him. He and my mother sleep in different beds, scream at each other. I never want to become someone like that. I will find love in places they’d never think to look— in the twinkle of stars, the crumbling corners of buildings, the ocean blue of her eyes.