We came by the tree. The one that sat next to the lake, with a rope and tire strung threw it. We came here everyday, when the sun touched the earth. When the colors were so vibrant that you couldn't even see past your own finger tips. We came here everyday at that time. So now one could see us. We both lived about 110 footsteps away from each other in opposite directions. His dad was a farmer, and his mom made clothes out of the cotton his dad grew.
My father was a dead beat. I only saw him once when I was 16. He came on my birthday to beg my mom for some money. He said he needed to get a package. My mom , poor soul, is in love with him. No matter how bad he treated her, or how much he hit her or how much he yelled, she loved him. So she gave him the money, and he left the state, went to California and married a 22 year old skank.
So it was just me, my siblings, and mom now. She would cook, and clean for us everyday. I tried to help out the best I could. She had a job in the city, which required her to drive an hour out of town every day.
But that meant I could see you more often.
I first met you a year ago. I was playing in your guys's pool. Because long before you moved, that house say there abandoned for all I've ever known. So I was swimming in it, with just my boxers on. And you came.
"Hey! What are you doing in my lake!" You said, I couldn't see you well, as you were standing right beside the bright sun.
Is squinted, trying to see who you were.
"What? Nobody lives here?" I said.
"Well I do now! Get ou-" you said, but once I had gotten out, and you saw I was in my boxers, you stopped.
I finally got to see your face. It was soft. Tan, and slight freckles dotted around your eyes and nose, a soft blush on your cheeks. Your hair was as fluffy as the clouds. Well , at least it looked so. You had on a flannel, with suspenders holding up your dark green corduroy pants. I wondered why you were wearing such warm clothes, in such hot weather. But I figured you came from a colder place.
But I didn't say anything.
I noticed it had been awhile since I spoke.
"Well.. I'm sorry about the lake. I'll go," I said. But your mouth was open, and your pupils were blown. I just walked away, shaking my hips slightly, knowing you were watching every movement I took.
And later that night, I heard slight ticks coming from my window.
I looked over, and rose my blinds. And I looked down. There stood you. With surprisingly small pebbles in your hand.
"Hey," you whispered. It lingered in the moon light. I smiled warmly, and held up my Pointer finger. Signaling I'd be down in a second.
I got outside, and smiled at you.
"So, why did you come here?" I asked. You smiled, the purple clouds behind you accentuating your figure.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you." You said. And if I've never felt butterflies in my whole life, I can say I felt them now.
"I want to show you a place." I said, and you followed me.
I led you through an ally of bushes and stacked hay, reaching a small circular path of grass.
It had a tree, and a tire swing, with an opening to see the beautiful sunset, whenever it came.
You smiled, and I led you through it.
We sat on the grass, admiring the purple, pink, and blue sky. It was gorgeous. Or so I thought, as I spent most of it staring at you.
You looked over at me, staring into my eyes. Saying everything I needed to hear without even moving your lips. And then your lips were on mine.
We did that every night since then. You would creep out of your house and throw pebbles at my window, I'd lead you to the place, and we'd kiss.
And how fast I fell in love with you was an understatement. We carved our names into the tree, claiming it as ours.
We lit candles and would sing, wrestle, sometimes we'd go to your lake to swim.
Oh how I miss the summer, benji Krol.
