A Compilation of My Soul

Change

 His eyes were green. Plain celery green, nothing too special. But, they wouldn't just look at me, they would look in to me. He was not exactly handsome, nor was I exactly desirable. He kept his back straight, firm in his beliefs and sure of his path. While I tossed among the crashing waves, dragging him with me. We were walking, that Sunday afternoon, in a small park along a winding path. His hand firmly clasped in mine. He was an average student, was apart of one volunteer group,no sports or clubs. I had taken on the world with honors and advanced placement classes, a member of the high school band and three clubs, along with junior varsity soccer. And I struggled to maintain it all, often having to cancel with the boy lovingly holding my hand. He had a split family. His dad long gone, his sister in college and a brother out serving in a far away war. While mine remained constant, steady and always there to encourage me. As we walked, I thought about him. Never once had he raised his voice with me. Never had he gotten angry over the many times I had to cancel. He came to every soccer match without fail. And, now that I thought of it, he never really complained. I had seen his family life, or the lack there of, and saw some of the pain of his past in those eyes I loved so much. Now we had come up on a patch of trees. These trees had been in the park since we were little. I let go of his hand and began to climb, he followed close behind. When we reached about twleve feet we stopped and sat on a sturdy branch together. I stole glances at the sandy-blond boy next to me, as he looked up at the nearly clear blue sky. Words bubbled up inside me and before I could stop them they poured over my lips. "Why do you love me?" He turns to face me and looks into my eyes thoughtfully. "You deserve so much better." I add softly. I look down at my hands that lay in my lap. He shifts closer to me so our legs touch and I feel the soft warmth he radiates. "It's not about what I deserve," his voice delicate like autumn leaves dropping, "it's about who I want." I look up at him. His skin lightly tanned and looks nearly perfect in the light colors of the sun setting. I did not deserve him. But he wanted me. He leans over and presses his lips to the spot between my eyes, his gentle breath fussing my hair. When I look into his pale green eyes again I see something special. The love he feels for me.