Post by hollygirl on Dec 18, 2008 10:59:36 GMT 10
Chapter 113: Luka
Three weeks later...
Abby's POV
Why is the sky blue? Light scattering in the atmosphere makes the blue tint. Why is the grass green? Chlorophyll. Why does it get dark outside? The earth's rotation. What are stars? Balls of gas. The very questions that seem so impossible to understand when you're a child. Grown ups have the answers.. but they only lead to more questions. Like what is atmosphere? What is Chlorophyll? And though these questions have answers as well, they won't make sense to a young mind.. and they just leave you confused.. and frustrated. Why do people fall in love? Now.. there's a question I would like answered.. How do we know we're in love? And why in the world is it so hard to let your first love go?
I don't think anybody has the answer to those questions.. But I think most people ask them.. Love is such a complex subject.. you either have it or you don't. You can't be kinda in love.. You can't kinda love someone a little bit. It doesn't work like that. I guess what answers the question 'how do we know we're in love?' would be when you can't think of anything else but that person. When you want nothing else but to be in their presence. Hold them. Kiss them. When you talk about them constantly, and when you can relate any subject back to them. When you trust them with your life.. and can't go a day without seeing them, or hearing their voice... or simply reading a text from them. I guess that's how you know.. How most people know anyway.
I can honestly say I fell in love when I was ten years old. As crazy as it sounds it is the truth. Spending every waking minute with someone for four years does a lot. Luka has been the constant in my life since the day we met.. That one summer, many moons ago changed my life. I like to think it was fate that he moved in across the street from me.. That someone up stairs was looking out for me.. if there's anyone up there. When I was a little girl, I of course read all the fairy tales, saw every movie.. knew every happily ever after.. and I decided I wanted that. And when Luka and I met, I fantasized that he was going to be my prince charming on a white horse.. My one secret that I have never shared.
After my father was gone, I had to read my own bed time stories.. come up with my own fairy tales, and Luka was always a part of them, because he is what I knew. He is what I loved to talk about. Telling people about Luka made me feel smart, because I knew everything there was to know, and then some. I liked to think I knew him better than he knew himself, and he of course would tell you the same thing about me... And he would be right. People thought it was crazy how well we knew each other.. scary sometimes.. I know it caught me by surprise sometimes over the course of our childhood.
It's safe to say that Luka saved me in every way a person can be saved. And I only hope that in a way, I saved him too.. I can't think of a time for certain, because I was always the damsel in distress.. But, he isn't as tough as he likes to think. I know what gets to him. He's really a big softy.. But, to the general public he likes to look like a bad ass.. I laugh thinking of the way he would strut around with me at his side, my hand in his, glaring at every male who stared at me.. Luka, the protector. Luka, the hero. The knight on a white horse.. The prince charming. The other half for the princess. The reason for fairy tales.. The happily ever after.
Eyes as deep and dark as the bluest ocean. A smile as contagious as it is beautiful. Hair dark as night, and soft as silk. And the kindest heart I've ever known. He puts me before everything. I wonder how I was so lucky to be this girl.. The girl who got him. We were born worlds apart.. but are the perfect match.. And often, I also wonder what my life would be like without him. I can't even imagine.. and yet, I'm willing to let him go to Croatia. His happiness is more important than mine. I like to think I am willing to live without him near by because I love him so much.. I know I'll be upset.. possibly miserable as I live thousands of miles away from him, but no distance could break this friendship. I know over time, I will be ok. Or.. at least this what I'm trying to convince myself.
He will be a famous doctor, I'm sure. And when he finally comes home to the states.. I will be there at the airport waiting for him to spot me in the crowd. He'll smile that perfect crooked smile, and we will race toward each other. I will be crying before I even reach him, and when I run into his arms he will lift my feet off the floor and the world will stop. I know all of this for a fact. Our reunions have always been the same. Everything freezes when I'm in his arms.. Like everything and everyone is on pause or in slow motion except for us.. Because in this world no one else matters but him.
Three weeks later...
Abby's POV
Why is the sky blue? Light scattering in the atmosphere makes the blue tint. Why is the grass green? Chlorophyll. Why does it get dark outside? The earth's rotation. What are stars? Balls of gas. The very questions that seem so impossible to understand when you're a child. Grown ups have the answers.. but they only lead to more questions. Like what is atmosphere? What is Chlorophyll? And though these questions have answers as well, they won't make sense to a young mind.. and they just leave you confused.. and frustrated. Why do people fall in love? Now.. there's a question I would like answered.. How do we know we're in love? And why in the world is it so hard to let your first love go?
I don't think anybody has the answer to those questions.. But I think most people ask them.. Love is such a complex subject.. you either have it or you don't. You can't be kinda in love.. You can't kinda love someone a little bit. It doesn't work like that. I guess what answers the question 'how do we know we're in love?' would be when you can't think of anything else but that person. When you want nothing else but to be in their presence. Hold them. Kiss them. When you talk about them constantly, and when you can relate any subject back to them. When you trust them with your life.. and can't go a day without seeing them, or hearing their voice... or simply reading a text from them. I guess that's how you know.. How most people know anyway.
I can honestly say I fell in love when I was ten years old. As crazy as it sounds it is the truth. Spending every waking minute with someone for four years does a lot. Luka has been the constant in my life since the day we met.. That one summer, many moons ago changed my life. I like to think it was fate that he moved in across the street from me.. That someone up stairs was looking out for me.. if there's anyone up there. When I was a little girl, I of course read all the fairy tales, saw every movie.. knew every happily ever after.. and I decided I wanted that. And when Luka and I met, I fantasized that he was going to be my prince charming on a white horse.. My one secret that I have never shared.
After my father was gone, I had to read my own bed time stories.. come up with my own fairy tales, and Luka was always a part of them, because he is what I knew. He is what I loved to talk about. Telling people about Luka made me feel smart, because I knew everything there was to know, and then some. I liked to think I knew him better than he knew himself, and he of course would tell you the same thing about me... And he would be right. People thought it was crazy how well we knew each other.. scary sometimes.. I know it caught me by surprise sometimes over the course of our childhood.
It's safe to say that Luka saved me in every way a person can be saved. And I only hope that in a way, I saved him too.. I can't think of a time for certain, because I was always the damsel in distress.. But, he isn't as tough as he likes to think. I know what gets to him. He's really a big softy.. But, to the general public he likes to look like a bad ass.. I laugh thinking of the way he would strut around with me at his side, my hand in his, glaring at every male who stared at me.. Luka, the protector. Luka, the hero. The knight on a white horse.. The prince charming. The other half for the princess. The reason for fairy tales.. The happily ever after.
Eyes as deep and dark as the bluest ocean. A smile as contagious as it is beautiful. Hair dark as night, and soft as silk. And the kindest heart I've ever known. He puts me before everything. I wonder how I was so lucky to be this girl.. The girl who got him. We were born worlds apart.. but are the perfect match.. And often, I also wonder what my life would be like without him. I can't even imagine.. and yet, I'm willing to let him go to Croatia. His happiness is more important than mine. I like to think I am willing to live without him near by because I love him so much.. I know I'll be upset.. possibly miserable as I live thousands of miles away from him, but no distance could break this friendship. I know over time, I will be ok. Or.. at least this what I'm trying to convince myself.
He will be a famous doctor, I'm sure. And when he finally comes home to the states.. I will be there at the airport waiting for him to spot me in the crowd. He'll smile that perfect crooked smile, and we will race toward each other. I will be crying before I even reach him, and when I run into his arms he will lift my feet off the floor and the world will stop. I know all of this for a fact. Our reunions have always been the same. Everything freezes when I'm in his arms.. Like everything and everyone is on pause or in slow motion except for us.. Because in this world no one else matters but him.
