The Singing Trees

by Boo Walker

Love wasn’t a potion you drank to distract yourself from reality. Love was the key to living a life that mattered.

The more people you loved, the more goodbyes you had to endure. And yet Annalisa realized in the hours after losing Walt that all the pain that came with loving was absolutely worth it. What was the point of living if you spent it in fear? What was the point of life without love?

This was exactly what love was, she thought, a feeling you have for people who didn’t always deserve it.