We were sixteen. No, I was. She was only fifteen at the time. We were best friends, a stronger friendship then ours was impossible. Or at least so I thought. I fell in love and she didn't. Or if she did, I never got to know.
Her beautiful smile, those piercing green eyes and that brown reddish hair of hers. I loved that hair, it was so long. Always falling into her eyes, always in the way. But she never cut it, because having long hair was the only thing she'd ever wished for she used to say.
She was the one who got me into music, the one who made me start a band. With all those Beatles vinyls she had in her room, she was the one who inspired me.
She helped me write our first song, the one that made us famous. But when I wanted to add her name as one of the songwriters, the didn't let me. See, she always talked about that, how she wanted to be a songwriter, writing music all day long. And that song, wasn't my song, it was ours. No one knew that, not even the fans. I just hoped that she told everyone she met that she had helped create that song, that that song was hers, ours. No matter what anyone really thought. As long as she knew.
Something happened. It was like we had never known each other. Just like that, from one day to the other. We changed, I know that now, but I didn't then. Maybe that was the reason. And if I just had one question to ask her, that's what I would ask. What happened. Two weeks later she moved. Gone. Just like that, and now I can't find her.
I'm just happy for the time I had with her. She always believed in me, in my dreams of making music. She always told me what she thought, never held back. Both good and bad, and I am so grateful for that. I just hope she knows it and that deep down she knows I love her. Always have, always will. I just want one more chance, so I can tell her everything I should have said from the beginning. So I can show her beautiful soul to the world. Because every beautiful soul deserves to be seen by the world.
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RomanceWe were sixteen. No, I was. She was only fifteen at the time. We were best friends, a stronger friendship then ours was impossible. Or at least so I thought. I fell in love and she didn't. Or if she did, I never got to know. Something happened. It...