Lighthouses
2004-07-16 @ 1:48 p.m.

I have to laugh at the ones who make comments about the way, the depth, at which I love K.

I can't even begin to tell you how wrong you are.

K is the rock when the wind and water are raging. She's the rock, not only for me, but for everyone she touches. She is the person who everyone runs to. She is there to listen, to be a shoulder, to be the one friend someone has in this life. Yet, she's never asked for anything in return.

I watch her from a distance at times, just sitting back to make sure that I'm not the only one she affects this way. I watch the way she gets into the book she's currently reading while she waits on the person she's going to meet. The way her eyes, her face, her every movement shows that she's a part of the story, that reading someone elses words create the novel of her very life. Her expressions soften as someone aproaches and her eyes show a kindness that is unmistakeably love. I know in this moment that while she holds a smile that is mine, and only mine, that the heart she shows to me, is one in the same for everyone she encounters.

She'll reach out, her small hand resting on yours uncounciously. The warmth you feel in that moment, as her eyes, her touch frees you from everything wrong with your life, is something you'll never feel again.

You laugh, you think I hold her entirely too highly. But you don't know the little girl drowning in the lake. The little girl who starting with that single moment, became the lighthouse in the ocean......

~N.