Maybe In Another Life..

As I looked over at her, it suddenly struck me how beautiful she was. Her hair was blowing carelessly in the wind, rich and dark in the sunlight. I had the oddest impulse to touch it, to reach out, to see if it was as soft as it looked. Her pink lips curved into a slight smile that seemed to radiant warmth. I wondered who or what she was thinking of, and felt my heartbeat skip in my chest when I imagined her smiling for me. She was happy and free and every part of her being seemed to be a mystery, just waiting to be discovered. I found it crazy that I'd never noticed before how her eyes were just the right shade of Hazel, the green surrounding the inner golden brown, or how her laughter sounded like pure summertime. We had been friends for so long, and yet I'd never really looked at her this way before. I found myself staring, desperate to learn more. "What are you looking at?" She asked, her soft laugh enough to pull me out of my daze. I was at lost for words. Why did she suddenly make me this nervous? We'd been friends for years.. Friends weren't suppose to make you nervous. "Umm.. You have got a bug in your hair.." I stuttered, my raspy voice lightly speaking. My long fingers reached out, but stopped myself. Did friends do that? I suddenly did not know. She shook her head, only causing my heart to speed up."Is it gone?" She asked so causally, as if everything hadn't changed. "Yes." I replied, aware of how my voice sounded, of how insecure I felt, of how lovely she is. "Yes, It's all good now." Did I dare tell her she was beautiful? No, that could ruin everything. I decided that maybe tomorrow she would go back to being my best friend, and not the girl that made it hard to breathe. Maybe I would forget.As months went on, I didn't forget. I could not erase her beauty from my mind. That moment I looked at her from that different perspective, I could not go back. After seeing her as beautiful, I could never look at her the same.