Our Bikes

Him.

January 6th , 2016

I was just simply riding my bike
Until I saw a flash of brown hair and...a pink bike?

Couldn't be...

I blinked a couple of times.
Is this a dream?
Is this..her?

I saw a figure.
Pedaling like the speed of light.
She then stopped.
Just like my heart.

And as she turned around ,
I watched her hair shine
Her smile brighten
Her eyes sparkle
And her skin glow.

I watched as everything I ever wanted , rode that bright pink bike I bought for her on her 13th birthday.

She

Was

Everything.

I stopped and watched her.
Watched as she stared at me.
I looked for any signs if...
She still loved me.

But then she opened her mouth.
I watched as her soft pink lips moved and yelled out the words :

"Catch up to me if you can , Mason!"

Then she started peddling.
She was so fast.
She was like flash.

I smiled to myself.

So she doesn't hate me.

That's good.

I mean , you don't play with people you don't like right?

I put my foot on the peddle , and pushed.

Here I come Annabelle.