Warrior Blue

by Kelsey Kingsley

Did I want her to speak to me? The clamminess of my palms told me no, absolutely not, but the hopeful pitter-patter of my heart resounded with absolution and I held my breath. Waiting. Hoping. Dreading. Needing.

Like I didn't want her to burrow in the palm of my hand so I could carry her with me everywhere.

They were fake, ingenuine, plastic, and plastic breaks. Plastic melts to reveal the ugly wiring beneath the surface.

"Messy can still be beautiful."

"Your words are your heart, and it's broken, but it's not ugly. You're not ugly."

“You can try and push me away with that garbage all you want, Blake. You can even try to make me hate you as much as you hate yourself. But I am telling you right now, it’s not going to work.”

“Because there are certain things in our lives—certain people—that are just supposed to be there. We don’t choose them, or what they’ll mean to us; they’re just a part of who we are.”

but deep down, she was battling something dark. You put the light back in her soul.”

God doesn’t always package the best ones in what we’d expect. That’s what makes them harder to find. And more worth the wait.”

A dying girl who wanted a tattoo of a butterfly.

It’s because you let it happen. You got tired of standing still, of living in the past with all your guilt and anger, and you decided to start moving. You did that. I was just there, hoping to come along for the ride.” “Well, it was a bumpy road,” I laughed bitterly. While clutching the book in her hands, she leaned in, kissed my lips, and whispered, “The ones worth taking usually are.”