Anne with an E

Hey, it’s him again. It turns out Anne with an E also rambles about life, just like him

At night, he usually winds down around 8:00pm: living in the countryside means a healthy lifestyle. He sips a bit of Old Fashioned, layered with a blanket of herbal smoke: good vibes only, self-crafted: to contemplate his life, which is neither long nor short. He watches Anne with an E

He used to believe his vocabulary was broad enough to describe this chaotic world. If he had to describe Anne’s life, he would write:

“On the day you were born, the rain flooded the path. Your parents left you alone to struggle in this wet and messy universe. You grew up with a shattered soul: where difference in an old, backward world was not a gift, but a curse bestowed by creation the moment you left the womb”

Yet, Anne was so in love with life: she helped him realize that his vocabulary was insufficient to describe the beauty of creation. If Anne knew Her, she might describe Her lips like this:

“Her lips were not like the lips of most other women: thick, dry, and chapped. Every time they met, Her gave him the sweetest smiles. All his hostility and fatigue seemed to melt away upon seeing Her smile. That very smile let him know that he existed, and his existence was welcomed in this world. He knows that when his eyes close, those lips will sweep across his face: fierce and intense. The chapped cracks will fit perfectly over all deep wounds”

Unlike Anne, he was born normal like everyone else, and this world made him different. No matter what, time, kindness, love, and tolerance will soothe everything. Isn’t that right?

❤️ cowriter aethery