#13

I walked out of the house. We would leave this place tomorrow with no inkling of where to head next. That was okay. We were together. We were safe, I was safe. I couldn't see, but I could hear, taste, and feel. I would experience every moment differently. And I would accept it. Like just now, I felt, rather than saw, a shooting star dart across the night sky in front of me. Making my wish tasted like the sweetness of a chocolate covered strawberry melting on my tongue. Two arms wrapped around my neck from behind me. I leaned back into his chest. The past was gone, but not forgotten. The present was dangerous and unpredictable. In doubting him, I had injured someone who loved me, someone who I loved. The future was not clear. We stood at a crossroad of decisions. I absorbed these facts into myself. Then I turned around to face the person standing behind me. I pressed my lips against him, slowly searching for his own. They were cool and soft. His arms held me. They kept me safe, not bound. I allowed him to lead me into the house. I wasn't capable of leading anymore. The next step was in their hands. For now, it was my job to learn how to live in a whole new way. In that moment, I yielded my safety to the care of five others.