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Met her.... first day of high school. Most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Her hair: the color of a raven's wing with a single strip of snow running through it. Her face: carved like that of an angel, with eyes that cried for love.
Myself: introverted, dark, tormented by inner demons. She: The same, but slightly more confident, a little more jaded, and infinitely more sagacious. Both needed somebody to cling to in a new world of conflict and passion, somebody who was, on nearly every level, the same person.
So we clung. Like wet leaves on the hood of a car. Like a single sock to the back of a shirt. We had the most unadulterated relationship yet imaginable to me. There were nights laying under the stars, in a field, talking. There were days spent skipping school for the sole purpose of laying under a huge oak tree, relishing the sheer presence of the other. Hundreds of hours were spent walking in the rain, driving around listening to music, developing something like a telepathy. I taught her to drive, she taught me about a woman's body... I taught her to pick locks, she opened my heart... I made her laugh, she made me love... Time was an illusion made to limit our being together forever.
We grew each other up. We brought each other gifts of confidence and experience, of hope and light. It was, without a doubt, the happiest time of my life.
She started dating a guy, I started dating a girl... Neither hers nor mine trusted us together solely as friends. I made the decision to stick with her, she made the decision to stick with her new guy for a while longer.
A year later, I've yet to talk to her...
And I'm left
with a hole in my heart
the size and shape
of a beautiful eighteen year old girl
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