I’m sorry.

I remained quiet because I couldn’t find the words to say.
I remained quiet because it hurt.
I remained quiet thinking the masses of voices are an ample.

So I remained quiet.

And it was numb and soundless for a while.

Until it wasn’t.

Because once upon a time, I remained quiet.

Because once upon a time, I remained quiet in the face of injustice.

And in doing so, I gave it purpose.

And in a heartbeat — a beat that which remains with me (unlike that of an innocent soul),

my astonishments concerning the extant of these…

And all of a sudden, he felt a tug on his oversized shirt. Below him stood a little girl with sparkling honey-brown eyes, and brown curly locks.

The little girl looked up at him and with an audacious tone suddenly said: ⠀

“Hey mister, can you tell me how to get to the top of the world ?”

Taken a back, he raised a brow for a split second, but soon after, his expression turned soft. “Top of the world you say, huh?” He smirked as he kneeled down to reach her at eye level.⠀⠀

“Yes sir” she answered firmly.

…

She used to climb them trees for fun, but now climbing them reminds her of a time you called her your “little monkey.”

It was a silly gesture, but one that perfectly summarized what you’d both felt.

“You’re my little monkey” you’d say, to which she’d reply: “Your one and only. Just yours”

And in an instant, your hearts would glow together bright.

And you’d feel stupid about it, even though it was probably the most incredible sensation the two of you had ever felt. So today… When she’s no longer little, and sadly, no longer yours, she still climbs.

…