mattered most to you? That shaped your life? What would you choose to remember
or choose to ignore even in the face of death? Who would you miss? What would
you regret not doing? Who would you regret not loving? In the face of your own
mortality or in the face of your lover’s, what would be part of the list?
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was barely fifteen and I was nothing more than the sappy thirteen year old
obsessed with the older, bright eyed, dark brown haired boy with an accent that
would make any country lover proud. It was right before church, and Bailey was
in the same place he always was, the nursery. He loved to be around kids, but
babies were his favorite. There was something about holding the very beginning
of life, a clean slate, an unbiased soul that was exhilarating to him.
Sometimes people forget that hatred isn’t born. It’s bred. It’s instilled and
re-instilled through words as well as actions. Unfortunately for us that simple
truth has haunted us like an unsettled spirit seeking revenge on a world it was
afraid had forgotten it.
his broad, white t-shirt covered chest. He rocks her and hums his favorite
hymn. I do my best to hide my giggles. Only Bailey can get away with singing
Noelle in the middle of August.
locks eyes with me and states, “Someday, you’re gonna be holdin’ ours.”
Brown skin by nature, not golden sun kissed like everyone else I know. A little
too full up top. Thighs that most girls would cry over because they touch. I
wear t-shirts at the pool to hide those flaws. I mean, my teeth are straight
and I have less zits than most girls my age, but my face is fatter. I don’t
wear makeup. I’ve never even had my eyebrows plucked. No part of me is worthy
of being called beautiful. Not even a little.
smile isn’t an enhancement, it’s an embarrassment, but Bailey doesn’t wait for
my response. He simply winks and returns to singing.
holding in one of the cribs and scolds “Don’t go making promises in the Lord’s
house you don’t plan to keep, Bailey Cooper.”
me another smirk. “See, I love Kenny. Always have. Always will.”
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