It was the first day of 8th grade. We haven't seen each other since last school year, except for the one night i snook out to see him. I was anxious to see him and he was dying to see me. I was going crazy without him. I missed everything about him. His smile, the color of his dark skin, his presence basically. I missed his warm bare hugs.I missed the feeling of knowing i was always protected.I couldn't wait to see him. As soon as i got to school i rushed to the basketball courts knowing He would be there. He was. He was messing around, laughing with all of his friends. I yelled:
"Loser!'
"Hey punk!'
He gets the biggest smile across his face. I look at him and my dark brown eyes begin to light up.
"Get cho fine ass in these black arms"
I look at him and giggle as i drop my bag on my bestfriends feet and begin walking closer to Him. He picks me up effortlessly and places me on his hips. My legs straddle his waste. He hugs me which seems like forever. I pull back, stare him in the eyes, stare at his lips, then back into his eyes. He gives me that one special look and our lips lock.Our lips were always in sync with each others. He grabs my waste and i wrap my arms around his neck. I begin playing with his hair. Twisting it in my fingers. His hands slide lower and lower down my back.Not even the sound of the bell would rip us apart. He was pulled off of my lips from two of his friends and one of mine. Then the most horrible thing happens.......i wake up. What i thought was reality was really just a dream, a nightmare i should say. I remembered that day perfectly, the day he got shot. The love of my life was really gone.....gone forever. Our love could of lasted forever, but the only sentence with "forever" in it is "He, the love of my life, is gone FOREVER."
