i took her to strawberry hill in her black trench coat and black combat boots. it was about 4:00, nearing darkness because of the changing of the seasons. i asked her to sit down in the day old snow. she hit the ground, and i dropped right next to her. a chill arose in the air as the breeze blew. her long brown hair brushed my eyes and her hand traveled to mine; interlacing the spaces between her fingers with mine. her head dropped onto my shoulder, as mine dropped to hers. i looked down and gave her a small peck on her head. she smelled of a midnight musk, which she knew i loved. i noticed she had tears in her eyes, as I noticed a few had rolled down her beautiful face when i pressed my lips against her soft hair. i had no reason to believe she was upset about being there, so i asked her why she was feeling down. she uttered the most lovely words i'd ever heard her speak.
"i missed you so much, you're my best friend and i love you."
the things that happened over the course of the past few months have been a whirlwind of emotions, but filled with pure bliss. i met her in the ninth grade. at the very end of the school year she started talking to me, asked for my phone number, and history was made. she became my best friend, and the first friend i made at this school. she soon told me how i made her feel, how she felt about me, and what she hoped I'd feel towards her. i didn't feel it at first, but once i stepped off the escalator in the airport and saw her standing there waiting for me, i couldn't help myself. I always had feelings for her. i just never knew it. i held her hand as hard as i could as we walked across the clear catwalk, glancing at rooftops occasionally, otherwise we were focused on each other. it's almost as if we both knew it was going to happen, but seeing her once more validated the feeling.
"i love you too. i'm sorry for everything i once said to you, please never let me go." i pleaded, for i needed to hear her a little more.
"dear, i wouldn't dream of it."
i simply couldn't contain it, my lips traveled to hers, more eagerly than they ever had. it was like a scene in a movie. it was the type of kiss where teeth collide, and bodies press as they fall backward. it was perfect. she was perfect, perfect for me, perfect to me. i dream about her every night, and think about her everyday. i missed her so much it was physically painful. she's just so lovely.