My Beautiful Rosie

Chapter 1

My beautiful Rosie. She is my life, my family, my love. I love Rosie with all my heart. Her bright smiley face always blushing bright rose red. Rosie is full of hope, love and happiness. She expressed herself through her emotions and actions. If Rosie wanted to go into a park and swing on the ‘kiddie’ swings, she would. If Rosie wanted to swim with sharks, she would. If Rosie wanted to live life to the fullest, she did.

Rosie was as pure as a new born baby and always tried to show how pure she was through clothing; always light and flowing just above her knees. She loved wearing dresses and had the time of her life picking her wedding dress.

“I’d love it if my wedding dress was pure white with a silk touch to it.” She’d tell me all the time.

The only thing Rosie ever asked for was a ‘fantastic love story that was full of real love’ although Rosie loved giving presents she didn't want anything but her fantastic love story. Life to Rosie was such a breeze. You could even say Rosie ruled her life completely - even though it’s physically impossible to rule ‘life’ - she managed it mentally.

Rosie had brown eyes and soft yet fluffy brownie blue hair. Rosie decided one day to dye her hair blue and it never came out - although when you saw it in the sunlight it looked really nice - it was funny teasing Rosie about how she wasn't able to get the dye out, let alone how she missed bits and blobs of her hair out. I didn't want to be the one to tell her because she loved the colour but someone else did and she flipped. But it was a bit ‘unique’ and that made her happy so I was happy too.

Rosie is the girl I've waited for my whole life and although I’m old and wrinkly now with no stamina whatsoever, I’m still chasing after Rosie.

I first met Rosie when I was 13 - just hitting puberty - and Rosie was a fine girl, even now. Rosie hasn't changed. This is when I first feel in love with Rosie Galloway.

I first saw Rosie when I was 13 in a park. It was a nice sunny day, the sun was high in the clouds and the air felt more refreshing. The trees swayed as birds chirped and the happy smiley families along with random groups of friends filtered themselves throughout the park, having a lot of fun. Whereas I was sat on a park bench: eating a sandwich, admiring the scenery, feeding random pigeons that popped out of nowhere to sit next to me. Not really having fun or doing the most interesting things. Then I saw her. She walked past me in several breath-taking seconds and was gone, but I remember it as if it was in some sort of time warp. She had looked at me and smiled. Her every step was as if an angel had just taken its first steps on earth. Rosie was magnificent as good as a magazine model gets good. I could hardly take my eyes of her.

She was nicely curved and had long brown hair that flowed down to her bra line. Her eyes were a deep brown and she had this sparkly in her eyes that made me want to get closer to her. She was also wearing a light yellow dress, which was just above her knees; it also had small pretty flowers dotted around the bottom in a random pattern. I just had to notice her awesome necklace she had on that represented her favourite band though, because it was my favourite too.

We both saw each other that day and I knew I had to try and get her to notice me or at least see her again. I didn't think I had much of a chance to get with Rosie because I was a bit nerdy, self-conscious and I was quite tall about 5 foot 11. I wore glasses and had a mouth full of braces. I had blonde bushy hair that covered my glasses and pretty decent aqua coloured eyes. Radar, my best mate, once told me told me that my eyes were as clear the bright blue sky... kind of weird coming from a guy but it was Radar, nothing gets weirder then Radar. Except me. Unlike most sociable people I preferred reading and playing computer games than talking to others, but Rosie made me try to socialize.

I went to the park every day where I saw Rosie the first time in hope I may get a slight chance, but mostly just to see her or talk to her. The first couple of days she glanced at me and smiled but passed by without speaking to me at all. After a couple of weeks Rosie started to make gestures to me as if to say ‘I see you’ and then she’d giggle and get her friends to sit on a bench next to me to chat with them. She’d occasionally get me involved in the chats and I was happy to be involved. She was trying to become my friend, which I liked. I liked it a lot. Sometimes she would come up to me and start up a random conversation about penguins and how she adored them. Those conversations really became deep whenever we chatted. It was as if we were trying really hard to get to know each other. It was working, but only because Rosie was the way she was. Rosie was outgoing and tried so many times to talk to me, which I wouldn't have been able to do myself. Rosie was friendly and wanted to make friends with everyone so she was very chatty and being with her gave me more of a confidence boost. Rosie was my friend and that was even better than being strangers on a park bench.