Paper Plane

Every so often, when I feel the need of her presence, I make planes out of papers. Though I usually write a letter out of it first before I fold it so that if ever she might somehow catch it, she can read the letter. I have been doing so since the first time she told me that she needed to leave. Reminiscing it now, I could've sworn that I saw tears forming around her beautiful sunset coloured eyes. We have known each other ever since we were young. We were neighbours. Funny, because I never thought that she would be a massive part of my life.

~*~

She was a very beautiful girl. Her raven locks would always sway every time she swirls around in joy that is accompanied by her lovely laugh. I would always stare at her with amazement and awe. I knew then that I was starting to like her more than a friend should be. We went to the same school always. Elementary, high school, we even planned our college. I was happy that I got the chance to spend most of my childhood time with her.

~flashback~

"Hey Aiden! Can you make me a paper plane?" she asked me. I looked at her with confusion.

"Why would you want a paper plane?"

She shrugged and laughed at me. We were sitting at the playground situated at our local park. We always play around here and she usually asked me if heaven was real. I would always asked her why and she'll tell me that is where her grandfather is.

"I want to send a message to my grandpa. I never really met him you know? My momma said that he went to heaven long before she was born. She didn't even met him." She whispered. I gazed at her, she was staring blankly ahead, arms wrapped around her knees - hugging them tightly. She went silent for a while, even though we are young, her mind was somehow more mature than her age.

"I will make you a paper plane." I muttered. She turned her head towards me and grinned.

"Thank you Aiden."

~end flashback~

The feeling I had eventually grew together with us. We were senior high school that time, when I decided to tell her I love her. I was so scared, what if she doesn't want me? What if she loves someone else? Can I still be friends with her after this? But it doesn't matter, because all I want is, before we even graduate as seniors, to tell her I love her.

"Olivia." I said. She looked over her shoulder - tilting her head slightly.

"What?"

"There's... There's something I need to tell you."

"Really? What is it?" She fully turned towards me and closed the book she was reading.

"I..." there's no turning back.

She looked at me, waiting for me to tell her what I needed to. I stared at her eyes - wrong move, since I got lost in those beautiful sunset eyes. I lost the words; She was breath-taking beautiful.

"Aiden?" I snapped back to reality when she called my name.

"Uhh.."

"You were saying something?" she knitted her eyebrows.

Yes. I love you Olivia.

"I..." love you and I have never known this feeling until I met you.

"I want to make paper planes for you always."

She looked at me weirdly and then she laughed.

"Yeah sure you can, you always do anyways." She smiled at me.

"No. I want to make paper planes for you always, because I want to be with you always. I want to be with you always, because I love you. I love you Olivia and I can't hide that fact anymore." I blurted out.