A little over a year ago, I had an idea. Just a thought really. A girl watching someone outside her window walking in the air. Something beautiful and tragic. It grew into a book; one that took my imagination and my heart to New York City and its skyscrapers, to a war in a distant land, and then to France.
I didn't know.
And now, tonight, as I think of the terrible terrorist attacks in Paris, of the loss of so many innocent lives, my heart is taking the same journey. Only this time, it's not floating in the air, it's heavy. It's broken.
The famous French philospher Michel de Montaigne once said : I quote others only in order the better to express myself. I have no words. Not the right ones, not even close. So instead, I will take his advice, and instead turn to the words of a different Frenchman. One who inspired me, who inspired us all, and whose words of grief and love over another tragedy better express what is in my heart tonight.
How could I share with you how I felt when two towers that I loved, two pieces of steel and glass and concrete fell down, when actually they took with them thousands of human lives? That is the actual tragedy. But those towers were almost human for me. I was in love with them, and that's why I married them with a tight rope.
I wish I could walk in the sky and tie Paris together, connect all those left behind with everything and everyone they lost. I wish I could give them something beautiful. But I don't walk a highwire. I wrote about it, but that's just choosing words and putting them together. And as I said, what are words in the face of such devastation--a pin drop when the whole world is wailing. And the whole world is wailing--Paris, Beirut, Baghdad, and other places we don't hear about on the news.
But I give you my humble words anyway. I am so sorry for your loss. And I am inspired by your bravery in a time of such tragedy. I hope and pray for a day when we can all live in peace, when violence and terror has no place in our world. And I pray for only love. Only love in Paris. Only love in Beirut. Only love in Baghdad.
Only love tonight.
Libby Hubscher is a fiction writer living in North Carolina. She is represented by the sensational Sharon Pelletier of Dystel and Goderich Literary Management.