A Little girl, 3 yrs. old picked up by a man driving a gray car, license plate: Quebec 72B 381. Canada. Reblog this. It could save her. The Kidnapping is recent so do it, 3 seconds will not kill you. If it were your child .
Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed. You say: I dated her a while back. You say: She was younger than me. You say: It’s nothing now.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.
Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
You say: I dated her a while back.
You say: She was younger than me.
You say: It’s nothing now.
One. Do not promise when you’re happy.
Two. When you are angry, do not respond.
Three. Do not decide when you’re sad.
So please ask yourself: What would I do if I weren’t afraid? And then go do it.