Letters for Red

"Love of my life"

"Who was it?" The child asked her, "who was what?" She replied, the boy looks up at her and asks " who was the love of your life?" Her breath gets caught in her throat as she tears her gaze from the boys' and stares ahead of her as her eyes glaze over she says, "the love of my life was a woman I met when I was younger and still learning things. She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen, not just her looks, no, her heart. Her being. Her soul. It was all beautiful. She was so intelligent, so funny, very caring. She was sweet, compassionate, my god did I love that woman. Her eyes. They were beautiful. A deep brown full of wisdom and grace. Her smile, so perfect and beautiful. She would get this tiny dimple on her chin when she would try to hide her beautiful smile. Her skin. A Soft and delicate caramel tan. Her voice, swift and velvety, her giggle, her chuckle mesmerizing. Her hands strong and firm just as her gaze. She has a beauty mark on her right thumb that drove me crazy because she was beauty in her entire being. I loved that woman so fiercely and vibrantly" the child stares at her in awe and asks "what happened to her? Why isn't she the one you grew old with if you loved her that much to call her the love of your life?" She tears her gaze away from the nothingness she set it on and looked the boy in the eyes and said, "because even though I loved her with such a fierceness, it never seemed to be enough. I was young, yet she was older there were so many things keeping us apart that we eventually believed it just wasn't meant to be... but I am certain that even though we didn't grow old together, she, she is the love my life. Sometimes no matter how hard you fight and how much you love them, it doesn't mean you get to stay with them forever. I may not have spent my life with her, but every single moment I did spend by her side, I'll forever cherish it and keep safe in my heart." "Do you miss her?" He asked, "with all my heart, every second from the moment we parted ways." She said. "What was her name?" He once again asked, she looks down at the old red stringed bracelet with an infinity symbol on her wrist and says "I called her red." Closing her eyes, as the dull ache in her heart began again she whispered, "forever red."