Lemonade Print

I. Golden Hair

I remember the first time I laid my eyes on her. It was from across the school yard. Surrounded by her closest friends. A gleam of glee in her eye as a belly laugh roared out of her. It was at that moment I settled on loving her. I never approached her though. I feared rejection. So as any person would do, i watched her from afar, as she grew more and more into the figure I loved more than the stars.One day she approached me and asked my name, and of course I told her it. She complimented me and asked me if i'd like to sit with her at lunch. The blissfulness from knowing she was around me was the best thing in the world.

Day by day we grew closer. Sometimes we would go to her house after school and talk about the boys we liked and the girls we didn't. I never had the guts to tell her that I liked her more than any fantasy guy that could walk into my life. We'd lay on her bed, me leaning against the back board covered in fake flowers, and her upside down spilling her dreams into my hands. I cherished those days. Some day's we'd take a walk to the park down the street. She pull me along as she gleefully shouted all the things she loved about nature, and the way we fit so well into it.

We worked on a project once. We had to observe the way a flower blooms and dies. We'd sit in a flower patch for hours watching flowers sway in the wind. She lay her head in my lap, I'd run my fingers through her golden hair. She just smile and hum a light tune, She would always just hum. It was a familiar beat. I could repeat it by heart, without hesitation.

It was in that flower patch that I confessed my undying passion and flame for her. All she did was laugh and pinch my cheeks saying how cute I was. I've never blushed so hard in my life. She laid her head in my lap and told me everything she admired about me. And in return I told her everything that made me smile, from the way her nose crinkles up when she laugh to the way her hair shines perfectly into the sun making it look nearly golden.

One day she told me about a special place she knew about. She went on and on about this place that she loved so much. I just stood and listened. Then she just ran off. I followed right behind her as she picked up her pace and ran. She always look back to make sure I was still behind her. And I always was.

She crossed into a biking path, running down it further, deeper. When she was out of my few I panicked. But then once again her hair hit that perfect spot in the sun and her golden hair lite my way. There was a small ridge way. A cliff where the water looked nearly fake, but was just the way you'd want it to be. She ran and stood on a narrow rock nearly on the edge of the cliff.

I stood, watching as she spread her arms wide open, embracing the cool autumn breeze. She looked like an angel. I walked closer to her making sure she wouldn't accidently fall off of the rock. She just turned and looked at me laughing at my concern for her well-being, The cool breeze, the sound of water, the smell of near fully bloomed flowers took over all my sense as all i could do was stare at her.

I just walked slowly to one of the low sitting rocks and watched her gleefully jump the rocks. Just the slightest movements made me blush. She stopped and looked at me jumping on the rock in front of me. She laughed and poked my cheeks. I laughed and did the same. All I could do was smile. And after that she just grabbed my cheeks and kissed the hell out of me. I stood there like an idiot smiling ear to ear. All she did was chuckle and lay her forehead against mine.

The following years went by slowly. I fell more and more in love with her. Everything about her made me explode in glee. The way she'd cuddle her head in my neck leaving butterfly kisses on it to remind me that I was still alive and breathing next to her. The way she'd dance around the house with no music on. Everything about her was magic, But like many know, magic doesn't exsist.

With the years closing in, things between us drifted apart. She didn't look at me the way she would before. She wouldn't let me hold her as we slowly drifted into our dreams, She leave in the morning. I knew the end was near. I knew there was nothing I could do about it.

The day came where she sat me down and told me she needed space and how it wasn't my fault she felt that way. I felt my heart shattered. She packed her bags and kissed my cheek goodbye with tears spilling down her pink skin. One last time I ran my fingers through her golden hair. Then all there was was a longing that would never be fulfilled ever again.

I saw her a few weeks after with some of her friends. She was happy. Her arm was connected to this man's arm. She looked at him the way I looked at her all those years. It was so bittersweet. I walked closer to them wanting to say something, even the quietest hello would make me feel something. But I knew I couldn't. We were just strangers with a past. Even if I wanted nothing more then to reach my hand out and feel that golden hair once more, I couldn't. She was someone new, with a new set of friends, and a new person to hold her when the sun sets and the stars make their appearance,

I just stood there thinking back at those days. Those moments where I held her hand as she danced on the stars and came back down to tell me about her adventures. The dew drops of mars settling into her hair. It was all just a memory that only I remembered. So I watched them leave. One last time I saw the sun shine in the perfect way making her hair look the perfect shade of golden.