III

I was never one to walk. I’ve always been a runner. Someone to go long distances in a flesh,

You were the marathoner: the one to go further, but slower. Always cautious, patient, always the adult. I am the child.

I am the one who competes with the light and the wind: a tornado uninvited, selfish, reckless. I am the unclaimed daughter of chaos and love, the feeling of endless thirst and need. I needed you. All the time, every time.

You talked about morning walks on a sunny beach; a glass of corn fields and honey. You wanted peace, balance, calm. I wanted you.

You wanted to walk. Ever since that day, I never stopped running.

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