Indescribable Love
By
Blake Hebert
I
I’ll never understand how someone can leave a person they loved a day ago so easily. How is it physically and mentally possible for a person to just leave? Some people just don’t understand that other people care about them. They can leave with little effort because when they think of the person they’re with, they can’t imagine that that person can care for them. This seems almost like a funny way of looking at it because it’s probably the complete opposite, but I’m an optimist.
As you can most likely tell, someone very close to me left me recently. I literally think I’ve broken down. It feels as though my mind is no longer functional. Her and I were only together for a few months, but we shared a lifetime of memories, and she left a permanent scar on my heart.
Her name was Claire, and the word perfect can’t describe her. She was more than perfect, she was more than any single adjective in the English language. Claire was the kind of girl that could take your breath away with one look. By meeting her eyes with mine, she could bring me to my knees. Her shiny, long, brown, curly hair flowed down like individual strings of silk. Claire had the skin of a Greek goddess. You could compare her elegance and her grace to Aphrodite, and you could compare her intelligence to Athena. I’ll never forget her gorgeous face.
I loved her, and I still love her. The way I figure it, I’ll love Claire forever. I’ve been in love with her since the first day we met, January 6th, 2012. She would always tell me that she loved me too, but she could never promise me forever. All she said was, “I can’t promise you forever, buy I can promise you now. Love, Claire,” and for the time being, that was enough for me. I didn’t need anything else as long as I had her. Since she’s been gone, I realized that “now” was not enough; I needed her forever.
“Christofer, are you ready for school?”, my mother asks genuinely.
“Not just yet,” I reply. There’s something I have to grab before I can head off to my unbelievably annoying school. I need to grab this picture I have of Claire. I can’t get through a day of school without seeing her lovely face.
I run into my room, grab the photo, and run back to my mom’s dark blue Camaro. Outside looks unbelievably enticing. There are pink clouds in the distance. The sheer beauty in the world is just unexplainable.
I just walk into the school library, and there she is. Claire’s sitting there, talking to her friends. She looked as beautiful as ever. I almost instantaneously dart to the other side of the library, but before I can sit down and begin reading, the bell rings. I really hate the sound of that bell. It’s like a screaming banshee letting you know you’re going to be ridiculed in class.
I don’t want to drone on about school. It’s the same mundane experience everyday. I either get sad because I see Claire smiling, or I get sad because my grades have been slipping.
My grades have been falling horrifically since I lost the girl I love. It’s not that the work is too hard, really. It’s just that I can’t think of something for more than four seconds before my mind involuntarily goes back to thinking of Claire. The way she smiled when I complimented her on her beauty. Her laugh when I told her a really ridiculous joke. That adorable smirk that suddenly appeared on her lovely face when I did something stupid. It was all mesmerizing. She made me fall even more in love with her without even being there.
After a long, tiring day at that God forsaken place, I can finally sleep. It’s my favorite thing to do lately. Knowing your brain is going to literally shut off for the next couple of hours is nothing short of bliss.
