far away

our annual meeting

Its been three weeks into school and I can't get her off my mind I don't know what to do... Today I saw her sitting in her desk drawing in a notebook and her sleeve slipt back scars.
At lunch the next day I was sitting in the quartyard. Feeling scars through my sleeve I heard her walk up to the bench near me she was crying tears fled from her eyes "is everything ok"? She stayed silent "I've been through it too" still no answer "do you wanna talk"? She swayed her head side to side "why not"? She got up and walked away a paper was left behind on the bench I picked it up.
Meet me here I just can't talk at school sorry if I caused you any trouble you don't have to show
The next morning.
Its Saturday today I woke up to my alarm I set so I can meet that girl at the park. I walked there noticing no one was on the streets I guess its just a slow morning. I arrived at the park the girl sitting on a grassy hill on a bench. I sat next to her us both facing the river at the bottom of the hill. "This world is cruell... Don't you think"? She said "yeah but its people who created it this way" I responded "its always been this way" she muttered "I guess you're right". We sat for a while "I like talking to you we should do this again sometime I gotta go" she got up and left.
I only saw her every year the same time same month same day with time stopping just for us
One time on our annual meetings I proposed to her because over the years we had learned a lot about eachother. She said yes and I was so happy, after we were married we had started planning to travel the world. We never did... She had gotten sick and was then hospitalized she had cancer and months after died. Every year the time we always met at the park time stopped and I always made it there on time and after I went to her grave and at there on the grass telling her how I was for hours. Sometimes I felt she spoke back and I knew she was waiting for me.
One day after my visit to her grave it was rainy and I swirved of the road and time stopped and there I was at the park "is it next time already" she smiled.
I died that night. Sometimes you have to find the right person to find the beauty in life and the beauty in death.