A Response

"This is what I hate about her.

She doesn't remember, can't remember, anything. Anything with a capital A,

Just like how she is a child, and yet doesn't remember what it actually means to be a Child.

She doesn't remember what it means to love Art, to love Quality, if she ever even knew

Or if she ever even cared to know.

She is too happy with herself. She loves the world,

(but maybe that only bothers me because I hate the world)

And she gives in to it, and herself, too easily

And I think I love Her, but I don't love her

Or at least I hope I do.

She doesn't remember anything.

This is what I hate about her.

But this is what I love about her.

She's not innocent, but she's Innocent,

She loves the world, but she the funny thing is

I'm not sure that the world loves her, and yet

She wouldn't care either way. 

She's not pure, but she's Pure; Genuine, not genuine.

And I think she wants to love me and really wants to love Me, and though she understands me I wonder if she'll ever know Me.

I need her to know Me

Or at least I think I do.

She loves words, and I love words, but in the end that's all they are: words, not Words. 

Maybe one day they'll be Words.

This is what I love about her."

She was 19. But she was still 6. Every year she grew up, but she never grew Up. It wasn't clear whether she chose to stay 6 or if she was incapable of becoming any older. She wasn't sure, really.  Growing up made her realize that her friends were also growing Up. But not her.

All she knew was that most things made her happy. Sunlight made her happy. Company made her happy. Laughing made her happy. At 6, you don't really question why. She knew people didn't like her when she was sad. So she tried not to be. She was Sad, but most days she was happy. She didn't understand how to be Happy. That was grown Up stuff.

She loved words. She liked arranging them into pretty patterns. She liked making them flow. She liked making people like her with words. They were playthings to her. She loved words, they might have been her greatest asset. But she didn't understand Words like the grown Ups did.

She accepted things, and Loved them. Love was something she was good at. Maybe Love comes easily to six year olds. Probably. Her love was spontaneous and deep. She Loved, but was loved. All those grown Ups just didn't seem to understand Love. But they were her peers.

The grown Ups got frustrated when she didn't understand. She tried sometimes, but she was only 6. It's hard for someone who's 6 to understand grown Up stuff like that. But she knew her birthday was coming up soon. And things like Happiness and Words are much easier to someone who is 7.

She was scared though, that turning 7 would make her forget how to Love. And most of the time she thought that Love was the most important thing she could Know. And she already knew that.