you and me

I’m Going to Let You Love Me.

 

I’m going to let you love me.

I decided this when I watched a little girl drop her ice cream cone onto the hot pavement floor. I watched in amazement as her mood shifted from ecstatic to devastated in the matter of one scoop and a two-foot difference. I held my breath as she picked up what was left of the ice cream and squished it between her fingers and laughed. She laughed, and I decided that I’m going to let you love me.

I’m going to let you love me.

I decided this when I got home from what I swore must have been the longest day of my life. I kicked off my heels and my feet were throbbing, and I flipped on the news so the reporters could keep me company while I ate my dinner. I cursed my boss for keeping me late as my reporter friends started telling me stories about a three car crash on what would have been my exact route home. I couldn’t remember who or why or what I was cursing when I read the words that there were no survivors. I realized in that moment that I’m not promised tomorrow, and I decided that I didn’t have time to wait until morning to let you start loving me.

I’m going to let you love me.

I decided this as I watched the old man down the street take his morning stroll around our neighborhood. Like clockwork he passed, and like clockwork, I waved. I didn’t want to run away without warning, and I wondered if maybe my heart was learning how to stay.

I’m going to let you love me.

I decided this when I thought my orchids were dying. I had done everything I could possibly do to keep them healthy, but the flowers were falling and I knew I had failed. I remember you laughed and held me and told me that I didn’t kill my flowers. You told me that the buds must fall and sometimes the leaves appear hopeless, but that even more beautiful flowers will bloom in their place. You promised me that they would come back. And they did.

I’m going to let you love me.

I decided this when the tide kissed the shoreline and rushed away just as quickly as it came. I decided this when I realized that the tide leaving didn’t make the encounter any less beautiful, but that sometimes the tide must return to the ocean, and our hearts must continue on in search of their home.

I’m going to let you love me.

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Macaile Hutt
Macaile Hutt believes the best perfume is Idaho mountain air, the deepest laugh often comes from the mouth of a child, and coffee is the answer no matter the question. She has had to learn the hard way that some words ache until they are said. Find your voice and let it be heard. Macaile would like you to join her on Facebook or her website, as you take your own heart and live this beautiful life in search of perfect moments in such a way that every moment becomes perfect.
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