There is it. That familiar place I love. The place where we first met, Where we first exchanged 'I loved yous'. He leads me there. His cool fingers fitted perfectly into my hands. He squeezed my hand as we approached the swing. We lost contact as he took his hand away from mine. The cold air air laced its way through my fingers giving me comfort. I looked to him and caught him staring at me with that dimpled smile plastered onto his face. I mirror it. I watch as he gestured me to come towards him and I obeyed. As soon as I reached him his hands gently fell to my sides, before I could look at him I was lifted off my feet. I squealed as I was placed on a damp surface. He brought my hands to the ropes that were either side of me and I gripped onto them. He then disappeared from sight, giving me a view of the lake that was in front of me. The water sparkled as the light from the beaming sun overshadowed it. The reflection of the trees on the water rippled every so often.
I felt myself be guided forward, edging me closer to the beautiful view.
"Right I've started you off. I think you can take it from here", I heard him say as he appeared from behind me. I did as he said and started swinging my legs back and forth getting into the rhythm. The wind flowed through my hair, calming me of my worries.
He stood, back facing me, viewing the lake in front of him. I stared at him as he started to turn around. my heart fluttered as he smiled at me. He mouthed "I love you" and everything just felt perfect. As he smiled at me he started to fade away. His smile remaining a little while longer until he's gone.
It's been 27 days since he drowned in that lake. Since he's been gone nothing has been the same. The lake never shimmers like it used to and the wind blows more heavier and stronger since he's not here. Everything just seems...Darker.
Even though he's gone he still visits me sometimes but only when i'm at the lake. People call me crazy. They tell me it's not real and that he's not there but he is. I can hear him, see him and feel his touch. He's gone for today, he doesn't visit for long but he always leads me to the swing and pushes me along.
