When I was fifteen, I walked her home from school. I carried her bag and held her hand in mine, no matter the weather. I liked winter the most as she let me wrap my arms around her to keep her warm. She was just a whisper of a girl whose beauty has always stayed in my mind and my heart, that she stole so very long ago.
In the Springs of our love, we walked through the woods, seeing how life had come back from the harshness of winter fury. Brown turned to green, and our love grew with every new bud.
The summers of our love were filled with trips to the lake, where we played in the water like kids, splashing and swimming into each other's arms, drifting in our feelings, which we hoped would never end. Some nights, we would climb to the roof, lay a blanket down, and watch the stars. Laying side by side, our bodies were close, and our desires strong.
The Autumns of our love were as splendid as the colors of falling leaves. We'd hunt for the perfect pumpkins in the farmer's fields, drink cider, and talk about the years ahead with a white picket fence and two kids, a boy and a girl. But reality had a different meaning, as I joined the Navy right out of high school, and she pursued her dream of becoming a fashion model.
Countless letters became fewer as two hearts, once joined in an unbreakable love, moved forward alone. She left this world too soon, and my heart shattered, never to be healed. Decades have passed, and I remember her every day. I can hear her laughter, feel her gentle touch, and feel the pain of losing her with every breath I take.
One day, when my time has come, she will be waiting for me with laughter, tenderness, and answers. We will walk in the springtime woods, swim in the summer lake, and find that perfect autumn pumpkin. Winters will see us holding on to each other, never having to let go.
Mike 2024
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