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Thing and It

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   Maybe she's doing the same thing as I am now. Pondering over the consequences and what comes next. Writing a - diary? Let's go with journal. Sounds nice.
   I'm even starting to talk to myself. I guess she really made this house lively after all. Wish I noticed.
   She was pretty much one of a kind. Or, so I've met. Maybe I've simply been blind in that part too. 
   When I got to know her better, I was surprised. I thought I knew everything. But some things were said to me every day without words and I just didn't note them. I'm only catching them now.
   Such cruel irony.
   She was the first to find the things standing right in front of someone's eyes. She had this thing about her that made everyone trust her. She handled things so damn well. People, she was great with people and their problems. I once thought she was a therapist.
   I just realized that she may have been good with people because she experienced the same things. Have I ever looked closely to her wrists while we embraced? I don't think so, just her face.
   What do I miss the most? I can't say. Most people would claim it to be the smile, or the laugh - but all I can remember was her face when she left. She wasn't laughing.
   What I miss the most has to be the way she talked. She carried no accent, she knew no other language. She was born here, the town I am in. But she never said thing, or it.
   I didn't realize how much a person could use those two words a day.
   When she spoke about a dog - the animal she truly despised - she still didn't call it an it. 
   That was the way she was. She respected everything alive. I can't even believe what I'm noticing now, but she never even called a wooden chair an it.
Could it be because wood was once a tree?
She always called a plant a he. Sometimes a she, but never an it. Definitely not a thing. Never, not even grass.
   In school, she was called a tree-hugger by bullies. But she just smiled and thanked them, walked away. I asked her once why, she said tree-hugging wasn't an offense. The bullies just offended themselves by not caring about nature like that, the only thing that could keep them alive.
   She said, "Do you believe we could have this type of civilization without nature? Without the wood, the air, we couldn't survive with the cold humans alone. We were made like that for a reason." 
   So she continued with her thing and it diet. 
   The way she saw everything was so amazing. And - in the aftermath of a breakup, I really think that's what I miss the most.

-The remembering man,
Your Writer.
For those of you that aren't aware, this isn't a message of break up. (Obviously I don't write about that.) In fact, it's more of a message about the destroying of nature. We need to respect nature more.
The girl the POV is speaking of is basically me. Had to do that since I don't have any other person to reference. It's true too, I never call a plant (and USUALLY not animals) an it (though the chair part isn't true, haha) for that reason. In much younger years I was bullied for being a 'tree-hugger.' Which I take as a compliment.

I was just really in the inspiration to write this. I'm so drowsy from this heat, it's over a hundred degrees in this house, so I'll edit it when my mind is more clear.

:bulletred: CRITIQUES REQUESTED :bulletred:

First story like thing I've posted on dA, haha.

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A wonderful blend of perspectives! Other animals and the surrounding world deserve to be more than the labels like "thing" or "it."

Very thoughtful.