Muse 58: Easy

found via sea of love

It was hardest in the beginning. The pain and longing hurt her chest much more than she imagined. For a girl that was accustomed to being alone for her entire life, for a girl who declared for an independence separate from men, a strength to prove that she could move mountains, this was a sign of pure weakness. It was especially worse the first time, like a druggie just getting used to living without drugs, she couldn't imagine her days without him. But then it got easier. She began to notice that his presence faded as the days passed, and she missed him less and less. It was easy. Like death.

Muse 39: TinMan

found via vogue

"Why do you think love is so dumb when - " he stuttered significantly as her pace quickened and his small steps failed to catch up. He gripped her hand tightly, only successfully pulling her back by kindness of her part. His nimble body worked its balance along the sun soaked wall, made of pale bricks, that spurred endlessly beyond the horizon. She smiled at his clumsy movements, the sway of his body like a rocking chair on the edge of overuse, as she slowed down, adjusting the pace to match his. "- even the Tin Man in that wizard story wanted a heart?"

She shrugged. They were drawing closer to the school. He would let go of her hand and turn around to face her with arms wide open. Then she would take him under the arm, and for a few seconds he would fly the air like a jet plane before his feet crashed against the ground. He would collide into her, burying his face into her stomach as his feet stumbled over themselves. As usual, she would kiss her forehead and promise to pick him up later that day. "Maybe you're right," she said, slowing down even more as they reached a green door with a bright gold knocker. "A heart is precious, so don't lose yours."

"You can have my heart," he offered, wide-eyed.

Laughing, she patted his head. "It's alright, Jack. Now go inside. I'll see you tomorrow." She leaned down and kiss his forehead before pulling back to see his beaming face. He waddled in with a strange maturity of a young soldier who only had grandeur ideas of a battlefield. He was still too young to be known of love's own mine field. I've seen what hearts do, they stay whole or they break. And I've seen what love does, move swiftly without ever waiting. No, I think I'll stay a Tin Man.