I was 6 when I found my first love
He was a rude boy most times but when it was just us, he was really something else
I didn't really give him an option to be friends with me, I practically followed him around and bugged him until he decidedI9 to socialize with me
That didn't matter though,we got on amazingly
We would joke around, look for worms in the mud, playing with the other kids in the neighborhood, or me sneaking Into his room at the dead hours of the night for a surprise sleepover
Until his mom died
An accidental house fire, he was heartbroken, so many emotions coming in and our of his head making him more out of control and prone to outburst more than ever
But I stayed with him. No matter how many times he called me names, tried to push me away, I stayed with him and helped
Helped him heal
We were best friends for 10 years
From 6 to 16, the best years of my life. I beared my soul to him, we would argue, cry, laugh, do stupid teenagers thingsHe was my first kiss
We had the same home life, abusive widows, my father and I lost my mom to lung cancer when I was 12, and my dad had never been the same since
Daryls pa wasn't that much better, neither was his brother Merle
There was this creek we would go to, we found it during a game of tag, it had this huge willow and the softest grass you've ever felt , the water was always the right temperature and the best part
We were the only ones who knew about it
We would race down to the creek everyday, "Daryl Dixon wins" he would shout when he made it there first (which he always did) we would stay until the sun would touch the horizon before it left for the night,and then we would part ways until the next day
Me and Daryl would talk about running away together, I would get the food and he would get the car
It never became a reality
One day we met up, Daryl had a busted lip and small purple bruise with a slight red tint that made it's home on his cheekbone
He stoped talking much that day and soon the visits would be shorter and shorter
Until one day he didn't show up
Turns out he had hoped on Merle's old bike and rode off into the sunset
Without me
I was heart broken
But regardless, everyday I would walk to that creek and sit there, my bag always filled with small snack foods (a gigantic canister of penut butter for him) and clothes, just in case
I was sit there for hours everyday, a stupid smile on my face as I would imagine him riding up to the creek, his goofy smile covering his face as he told me "I came back, for you" before grabbing my hand and riding off with me beside him
It never happened
Even after the world went to shit, I still sat there, for a month i would go to that creek, hoping my knight would return to pick up his broken princess
That's the thing with hope, it so easy to have it but it hurts like a bitch when you lose it
At that point it wasn't hope anymore, just delusion
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