that was where we first said hello, to each other. my pa built that house, the one high up in the tree. he couldn't afford anything else so he put together colored woods and built it on my tenth birthday.
I used to climb up there after breakfast sometimes after noon. I never stayed up there till late because ma warned me not to.
The afternoon I climbed, getting into my little tree house you were there, seated like you'd been waiting for me.
You with your wild black hair dark skin light brown eyes and a smile on your dimpled cheeks. 'hello...' you whispered. voice so soft.
you were eleven I was ten. when we first said hello.
I was fourteen you were fifteen when I started spending nights in the tree house, despite ma's screams.
you were eighteen I was seventeen when you gave me my first kiss. still in that tree house. you promised me forever Lola. that was your name.
I was twenty... you would have been twenty one when I realized that you were maybe just a figment of my imagination.
Pa never saw you, but I did. when I told pa, you were Lola and pointed at you. he looked back at me with sad eyes ''this is the reason you spend nights up here?" I nodded. and when I turned back to you.
You had disappeared.
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