There was a girl I met back in march. She was in school to be a nurse, claimed she just wanted to make people feel better. Her dark hair curled freely, her tan complexion shone with each smile. She was a light I never thought I’d find. I admired it.
She’d speak to me out of everyone else in a large group, always made me feel seen. I began to text her words of encouragement, admiration and care.
Suddenly, she was all I thought about. She was in the golden sun, the bright spring days, the music I listened to. My heart came alive with light, finding beauty in the world again. We began to laugh and play at night, we’d sing, dance, make food. Everything was splendid.
She’d never love me, a dark cloud, showering her with all of the love she’d require in life. But I was okay with the way things were.
One day, responses stopped flooding, laughter dulled, smiles faded. No longer did I wish her a Bonne nuit. I hadn’t heard from her in weeks. When she finally texts back, she’s cold and short. And, suddenly, I no longer feel seen. The sun only brought on heat. Music only made my cloud heavy with rain with no beautiful spring to water. The summer had gone and the fall had settled in.
