I remember the first day I met her.
I was 17, she was 15.
I noticed her first by her hair. it was brown, at the time. it came just above her shoulders. I remember her telling me that she hated it. she wanted to cut most of it off, and then dye it orange, or some crazy color like that.
I had laughed at her, and told her that I liked her hair the way it was.
but the second thing I noticed about her, was her eyes. bright, and bold, and beautiful. they were hazel. mostly green, with brown and gold. absolutely breath taking. and they were like a storm. violent. they took me under ever since the first time I had a chance to drink them in and I haven't gotten air since.
she always told me that my eyes were beautiful, and that her's where just plain.
"everyone has eyes like mine" she would tell me.
God, if she only knew how wrong she was.
the very first time that I met autumn, I was blown away by her beauty.
between her brown hair, hazel eyes, and body. oh, that body.
she was short. shorter than most people.
and curvy. oh so curvy. her body was like a mountain that I wanted to climb and explore and put it on the top of the list of "wonders of the world"
"I'm fat" she would tell me. everyday, she would claim this about herself. "my thighs are too big, my stomach sticks far too out, my face is round, and my arms are too pudgy"
'Lord, give me the strength to fix this girl and show her that she is a wonderland, a waterfall, a hillside, a sunset, a sinful sight. please help her realise that she is beautiful, wonderful, breath taking, and stunning.'
I said that to myself every time I heard hurtful words pour out of her mouth.
the first time I met autumn, it was in the winter. she was wearing a black t-shirt, skinny jeans, and the most beat up pair of converse that I had ever seen in my entire life.
I offered her a ride home from school, and she declined saying:
"my mother doesn't appreciate strangers, I'm sorry."
and I didn't see autumn again until the next day
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Poetry\\:please keep chasing me these southern constellations got me so dizzy it's cold but you pretend that you are warm with me:// a story about a girl who grew up to fast and a boy who fell too hard