In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Twenty-Five.”
There are 26 letters in the English language, and we need every single one of them. Want proof? Choose a letter and write a blog post without using it. (Feeling really brave? Make it a vowel!)
When I met you, you re-shaped my sentences and stories in such a specific way that I couldn’t write without your image hovering over the page telling my words where to go, where to hide, where to slip, and where to stick.
And my words follow you. My words needed you since you smiled and looked at me as we danced.
You’re like a shadow: inevitable during the day, faint and haunting at night.
You’re the invisible vowel that holds my story together, and I cannot write without you.
And all my stories are a rewriting of your name, a rewriting of the moment you came to my life, a revisiting of the many yesterdays you have made relevant, vivid as the present time as if you are still here.