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You're Just the Person Holding the Kite String

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Submitted by DarkDecember on Sun, 08/14/2011 - 3:38pm

We lay in the field together, staring straight at the sky in silence, not even playing the game of trying to spot the shapes in the clouds, as people seem to think couples do. Our hands are intertwined, fingers locked like puzzle pieces.

She speaks first, something unusual.

"I don't love you." She says it simply and my answer is just as plain.

"I know."

"You're just the person holding the kite string." There's no emotion in her voice. "You're the person that's keeping the kite from floating so far away, to places she doesn't know, trailing all of her fuckups behind her."

"I know."

Her hand tightens around mine and she looks at me. Her face is vulnerable and her voice is small. "If I try and float away, will you hold on to me?" She whispers.

My hand tightens in response and I look back at her. I don't even have to think about my answer.

"Always."

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DarkDecember-

Submitted by ReinaXC on Mon, 08/15/2011 - 10:01am.

 I'm glad to see you're posting again! This is a beautiful dialogue between these two people!

I love the line "'I don't love you." She says it simply and my answer is just as plain.'

I'm a little confused about the paragraph that begins "You're just the person holding the kite string." I understand the metaphor (it's a great metaphor) but I'm not sure when the girl is speaking and when she isn't because part of the paragraph is in 3rd person but it's still in quotation marks...

Great job!

-Reina

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ReinaXC-

Submitted by DarkDecember on Mon, 08/15/2011 - 12:35pm.

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.

I'm sorry, I should've seen that the paragraph would be confusing. What I was trying to convey was that she's so wrapped up in her head all of the time that her sense of the world has bent slightly- she sees it as though from outside herself, but she also sees it like the rest of us see the world, if that made any sense whatsoever. Sorry about the confusion.

Glad you liked it, and thanks for the comment,

December.

I wish I were pretty/I wish I were brave/If I owned this city/I would make it behave -Let the Rain, Sara Bareilles