Ocean Eyes & White Lies
He was her hero.
She was his first love.
He'd beat up her bullies and she'd kiss his boo-boos goodbye.
She gave him chocolate chip cookies and he'd pick her the prettiest flowers he'd find.
All his friends teased him of having cooties, but he liked her too much to give her up. She was the only one he married during recess and he made sure that no one else married her. Every year for his birthday, he'd blow the candles and wish for real that he can marry her like how his Mommy married his Daddy.
He loved her and he was never going to let go.
The day she was sitting on the back seat of her Daddy's car, watching him with tear-filled eyes through the window, he felt his seven-year-old heart break for the first time. It hurt more than all the scrapes he got from the playground put together. And the moment the car started, as he stared at the crying girl pressed against the window, waiting for her hero to do something about their predicament, he realized that he can't protect her anymore and she wasn't going to be there to kiss the hurt in his heart away.