04
You were just a boy and she was the girl who wasn’t from your dreams because when you were ten and told repeatedly that you were at fault for being different, you didn’t dream anymore, no. You were forced to go on family outings to a lake flanked by mountains. You sneaked up trails that led to mountain peaks and stared at flying birds produced by trees. In a moment, in an instant, you pictured leaping into the air and flying away from everyone and everything. Alone, comfortable. You never imagined joining a flock, feeling the refreshing breeze razored by wings in front of you.
And you didn’t imagine that a girl would enter your life one day and in that same day hold your hand because she thought you were cute and you knew she was beautiful. Midnight June, Midnight July. You thought of her constantly and every morning for three summers you patiently waited for her knock at the door and her smile that assured you, without a doubt, today would be alright, even better than alright. It would be easy and when no-one would ask you to play with them it was okay because she was there or would be there again, dragging you on a new adventure.
Even after she left and the world was never wonderful again, you realized, eight years later, that those years were the best of your life because they were priceless, even though everything comes at a cost.
