BEAUTIFUL (any gender, mid teens to late twenties)
Please don’t leave me here. I’m not wrong. I know what I’m talking about.
It’s true, I’ve never... I’ve never met anyone else from your dimension. And so, yeah, if you let me cross over, there’s a chance that I would find others like you, maybe.
I don’t think so, though. I think that if I crossed over and I saw a million others like you, I bet that you would still...
..ugh! I can’t think of anything but “you would still stick out like a sore thumb” but that sounds dumb -- I’m not good with clever words or whatever... That’s my mom’s specialty. My specialty is real words, like, honest words. I say what I mean and I mean what I say.
And I say that you’re one of the most beautiful people- is that what you call yourselves? Well, you’re one of the most beautiful creatures-? Yuck that’s no good, I mean your not animals, I don’t care what mom says.
I just want to say that you’re beautiful. And I want to be with you. And I’ll never go back on those words. And you can leave me here but I’ll never go back to earth. I’ll never go back to my mother.
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes.
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