It could have been anyone,” I said.
“All the women who look at you when we go out.
Ms. Bisette at school. God, even Hiyam. Why me?”
He stared at the coffee table,
the reflection of snow like confectioner’s sugar sifting down.
“It couldn’t have been anyone,” he said softly.
“For a long time before I met you, I felt my life was this kind of test.
I was in deep, cold water, swimming for shore,
and my arms were getting tired,my skin numb.
On the shore was everything I thought I wanted: a better job, a house, a family.”
He swallowed, his throat cording with tension.
“But I could barely keep my head above water.
Eventually I stopped seeing the shore. Only cold dark blue, in all directions.
I know it’s cliché, but when I met you, my eyes opened.
I looked around, and realized I could stand up whenever I wanted.
There was firm ground under my feet.
That shore in the distance was an illusion.
I was already somewhere beautiful.

Autore: Leah Raeder