Jump in the Puddles

♡Lovely Matilda♡

My best friend and love of my life, Matilda Rose, always loved jumping in puddles every time it rained. Ever since we were kids she would always drag me outside to play in the rain. I can still remember our little five year old selves holding hands in our bright yellow raincoats and unicorn goulashes, running in the street in front of our houses, splashing each other in the puddles.

Though it was such a long time ago I remember it like it was just only yesterday. How the jumping, screaming, laughing, and playing as kids turned into twirling each other, dancing, giggling, and soft kisses under the dark clouds, with the rain splattering on our rosy, cold, cheeks by the time we turned 16.

Those times were lovely. I loved grabbing her face and placing small, soft kisses on everyone of her freckles as she giggled cheerfully. God I loved when she would laugh. It sounded like tiny bells being ringed by fairies. Her smile was even better, the way her face would scrunch up and her eyes brightened. I swear she was an angel.

Lovely Matilda, the love of my life, my beautiful girlfriend. I swore I was going to marry her one day. Maybe to others it seemed stupid, we were only teenagers, but I was madly in love. In love with her pink cheeks, her milky white skin, her soft black hair, her honey colored eyes, her toothy grin and her freckled face. I was in love with her from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. My heart felt like it was running a marathon whenever she was around me. I had polaroid pictures hung up in my room from our many dates. I would make her paper roses every year on her birthday and our anniversary because they would never wilt and die, just like my love her her.

To many people my love her for her was stupid, but to Matilda, my love was art.