He made her feel like she could fly. Like she could do anything she put her heart to, because he believed in her. He made her soul lift and smile. He made laughter burst from her lips. He brought color to her mornings and to her evenings.
In her mind, he loved her. But the truth was, he never really did. She was just one of many who believed the kindness was real. She steps back from the ledge, unable to lift her wings.
I want to tell her she is loved, just not by him. I want to tell her that her feathers are beautiful and she glimmers in the afternoon sun. I want to tell her it will be okay.
tara caribou | ©2020