I simply went for a walk that day.
I hadn't expected to run into anyone at all.
There was no way of getting around it. My dress was pink.
I had been running my fingers along the fence. I do that sometimes. Touch perpetual surfaces until my fingers go numb.
And there he was with his eyes a light. I didn't want to look into them because it was as if he would know everything. It dawned on me that day that he already did-- know everything.
As I turned to go I saw some birds in the tree looking at me funny. Their expressions seemed to say, "even we can talk to this man."
I slowly spun around on my toes and my loafers made that crunchy sound in the gravel.
He was still looking at me with those eyes and I couldn't help but ask him why he made me.
He and the birds smiled and said, "I made you because I wanted one of you."
"Remember when you were a child and you asked me for a white kitten to be brought to you in a wicker basket?" He questioned.
An unwanted tear began to slide down my face as I bit my lip, furrowed my brow and slowly nodded.
"I wanted one of you, and since I could make you I did."
I asked him why as the bird's wings clapped while they flew away into the day.
"Because I knew I'd love you..." was all he said.
