Funny, how it took a little bit of pain to remember that certain parts of yourself were alive.
People go entire lives without figuring out exactly what they want from life. You already have it, and the future you and your dad have planned out for you in going to take it away from you.
It was time to let go of the mad desire to remember. It was time to start living whatever life would come. In the present, not the past.
Then that's what the Northern Lights are. All the lives that we're not living.
What if she was supposed to be a painter, but no one ever gave her a brush?
No sky Leila had seen before could compare to the beauty she was seeing above her. It didn't feel like some accident of nature but rather something that was purposefully unleashed on the world.
I'm a pretty forgetful guy, but everything she says, I remember. I remember what colour her hair ribbon was when we met on the first day of fifth grade. I remember that she loves orchids because they look delicate but aren't, really. From a single po...
And suddenly I got what the big deal was about kissing. How someone could suck on your bottom lip and make you come completely undone. That someone stroking the hair back from your face could make you swoon and someone sliding his hands underneath yo...
My whole life had split in two: Smith and not Smith. I liked the Smith parts of it so much better.
