he ate the soup you made for him a few weeks before you died. it was sitting in the freezer with a strip of masking tape over the lid, his father’s name written in your hand.
before october last year, he used to call it grandma rocket soup because he thought she made it when the whole time, it was you. but when she died, he replaced grandma’s name with yours and now he eats it quietly, taking his time, as if savoring every bite.
he thanked you, too, you know, as soon as he finished the bowl. he ate the entire thing, the last bowl of soup you made for him.
some people come into your life needing no rhyme nor reason in their presence, you feel your heart smile, you hear your soul sing the weight you’ve been carrying lightens, and the tears no longer sting
suddenly you find yourself smiling more than you ever thought possible you find yourself feeling safe some days, you even feel unstoppable all because you opened your heart when i was at my most vulnerable
so thank you, dearest friend, for being there for me even now after all this time, when everyone else has gone their merry way, thank you for being there for me when I needed a good reminder I’m never alone.
I wrote In His Study six years ago in response to a writing prompt about a person’s character based on items in his desk drawer. While it didn’t really follow the prompt to the letter, I loved writing it and watching each character unfold on the page.
In His Study features one of my all-time favorite couples Luna and Devlin whose story I will go back to this year.
Until then, here’s a peek into their new life in London. I hope you like it!
is there a secret to falling in love or is being in lust with you so much easier on the heart that i should refrain from letting my mind tell me to stop and just go for the ride and fall and drown, and like a magic trick, appear unbruised, like new?