You are truly
Beautiful, my love.
You said to me
As I brushed
My hair, a
Lot of it,
Falling out and
Onto the floor.
I am losing
My hair, and
This battle.
I said.
And you replied,
Not all beauty
Comes from hair,
Macy. Your beauty
Is within.
I smiled and said,
You've been on
Tumblr lately,
Haven't you, you
Cheesy goober you.
-
You took me
Out of my house
The next day,
With my parents'
Permission, of course.
I wore leggings
Instead of my
Regular pajama pants
And wore a
Tank top because
It was spring,
And it was warm,
But I still ended up
Wearing a sweater
Over my shirt.
You fixed my hair
Into a high ponytail,
And it felt good,
Even though I'd
Never worn a
Ponytail in
My entire life.
You took me
To lunch at a
Restaurant, and made me eat
A few bites
Of everything you ordered.
I did not puke.
It was purely
A miracle.
The waiters and
Other customers looked
Over and gave me
Sympathetic looks,
Like my cancer
Was obvious, and
maybe it was.
I had dark circles
Under my eyes,
My hair was
So thin, and
My cheeks were hollow.
I looked like
I was eighty
Instead of eighteen.
-
After our meal,
We went to
The movies too
See a Disney movie.
You were friends
With some of the
Workers at the
Theater, and got
Them to put in
An old film
Of Cinderella they
Found in the back.
We were the
Only people
In the entire theater.
When Cinderella lost
Her glass slipper,
You leaned over
And whispered,
You're my Cinderella.
I reached down,
Slipped off my sneaker,
And laid it
In your lap.
You held it
For the rest
Of the movie.
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Adam & Macy | ✓
Short StoryMacy (n) ; a petite, shy girl who barely ever talks Adam (n) ; the boy who is determined to change her life