A Vicious Rumor

by Ivy Wild

There is a crack in everything. That is how the light gets in. LEONARD COHEN

Kintsugi roughly translates from Japanese to “to repair with gold.” It is the art of repairing pottery with gold and acknowledging that that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.

I looked down to see a shiny tiger-eye gemstone bead in my hand. By the time I lifted my head up, she was already in the house and out of sight.

A little bead given to a little boy by a little girl was more important to me than pretty much anything.

Some people come into your life for such a short period of time, but the impact they have on you causes radical change.

I believe that sometimes when two people meet, their souls connect without their physical selves knowing. It's the type of connection that doesn't need physical touch to grow." I started to blush, but said the words anyways. "I think that's what happened between you and me. Something deep down in you spoke to something deep down in me."

I shook my head. "You're still getting into fights?" He gave me a coy smile. "Not my fault. When I was a kid, I got a soul-buddy out of one. Maybe I kept getting into other ones hoping you'd appear to break it all up."

"Those are the hardest kinds," she said. "What do you mean?" I asked her. "Summer loves. They sting like sunburns when they're over."

"That the history of an object should be embraced, not covered up, and that flaws should be celebrated."

"We all have equal souls in this world. Mine isn't any better or worse than yours or the homeless man's down the street. We're all independent, sentient beings. I don't believe in things like 'leagues,'" I