As we lay in the grass, staring at the clouds in shapes of whatever our imaginations ould create, I felt like I could take on the world. She had that affect on me. She made me feel strong. Like I had a purpose.
She rolls onto her side, resting her head on her hands. She smiles at me, her blonde hair blowing lightly in the wind. I turn my head resting on my hand to face her, my dark hair blowing in my face. She slides closer to me, and we slowly lean towards each other, our lips colliding in an explosion of passion.
I met this girl two weeks ago, and I’m in love with her already, although I know that in a few days, when the summer ends, I know I’ll probably never see her again.
We met by chance two weeks earlier. It was my first day working on my grandparents farm. My eyes were drawn to her as she stocked peanuts on the top shelf at the local market, her shirt raising to expose the skin on her waist. I caught a jar she knocked off the shelf, inches above the floor.
“Thanks,” she smiled at me.
I started going to that store daily, for whatever reasons I could think of, just so I could see her. About a week later I found myself taking her for dinner after the store had closed one night. I started spending nights at her family’s farm, talking in the hayloft, climbing in the corn crib, or whatever else we felt like doing.
Before I knew it, I was here- lying in a field watching the sky, kissing a beautiful girl that I’d fallen in love for in two weeks.
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