Me and Rach had been together for a total of twelve years. We both met in fifth grade. I was eleven and she was ten. She was the outgoing, crazy girl in my life and I was the calm, and reassuring boy in hers. We developed a crush for each other in the beginning of eighth grade. We were also inseparable.
I remember paying close attention to her dark and mesmerizing brown eyes. When she was happy or excited they changed into a bright green, and that was a rare sight. As we got older her green eyes never seem to show until one day. That was the day I knew I was in deep shit. I was in love, with Rachel.
We had both went to my grandpas funeral. It was a sad day. My grandpa always told me to keep the things I valued most close to my heart. At that time I felt nothing, I wanted out of this train of sadness. I wanted my gramps back. I had walked away from the group and to my dads tombstone. I had thought of all the things gramps must of told my dad in heaven already while I was stuck here, on dirty Earth.
Rach came by where I was at and told me that she would be by me all through my time of weakness. Rachel told me all of my "good" qualities and things about me that she "needed" in order to survive, although I think that's sarcasm.
But right then I felt my heart beat faster about her talking to me saying she wanted us to still be together and her staying with me through my weak times. I did something that day that I won't ever regret. I kissed her. She was thirteen and I was fourteen. This was a new experience for us and we both enjoyed it. She kissed me back after we stared wide eyed at each other for a minute. I still always wonder how she knew where I was at.
We then stared to date and so on through out highschool. Afterwards we went on with our lives, she dated other men and I dated other women. It was awkward at times but it was always worth seeing her beautiful brown eyes. I always melted when she looked at me. It was as if she saw right through me. She was a beautiful Colombian girl and I was half Japanese and white boy. My skin was quite pale and my eyes were an odd color of grey. I was like the creamer to her coffee. That sounded cheesy.
Where is she at? It's already twelve PM. She was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. She's never usually late.
I took a deep breath of fresh park air. Today is the day I'm going to propose to the one I love and always have loved. I've accepted the fact that I won't live a happy life without Rach.
A mop of brown curls swayed everywhere as she ran to me with a small box in her hand as she waved to me.
"Mí amor! Wait don't leave yet please! I must ask you a very importante question" she yelled. She was wearing a light pink dress that ended at the ankles. She was also wearing pink lipstick.
I would never leave her.
"Me too Rach!" I yelled back. People must think we're crack heads yelling across the park.
I patted my pocket as I started to run towards her.
we both suddenly stopped and looked straight at each other. Those brown eyes will be the end of me one day.
She then got on her knee. "Will you marry me? I love you so so much Julian."
What.
Not what? But what.
"I'll answer you when you answer my question," I got on my knee and still had to look down at her. "Will you marry me Rachel, I love you too much to let you go."
Here we both are on our knees with ring boxes out into front of us.
Tell me this isn't love.
