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this love from his point of view. |
| The summer wind blows, tossing her curls around the air. The floral scent on her skin slowly floats my way and I inhale deeply. She sits against a tree, on the green grass, knees to her chest, as she sketches away the afternoon. I sit on the steps of the front porch and watch her as I twiddle my thumbs and wonder how I got so lucky. An insecure boy from the other side of the world, now here with the girl of my dreams, enjoying my first southern summer. I look up and see her running towards me. I smile and hold out my arms so she can fall into them. Sitting on my lap, she leans in close, whispering. "Let's go on a picnic." With a smile as pure as hers, how could I ever say no? We sit on a sea of baby blue in the back garden, tossing grapes at each other's mouths and sipping on homemade strawberry lemonade. An insecure boy from the other side of the world, with nothing to lose. How did I get so lucky, to spend my first southern summer with her? |