colour her red.
somehow you expect someone to stay the way they were when you last saw them. it shouldn't surprise you that her hair is longer, or that she has a black necklace instead of that red one she always used to wear. its been a year. a little over it in fact. it's just that.. yes, this shouldn't bother you.
you can't pretend that things were like last year, when you saw her twirling in the field. the blur of her red skirt sharp against the green-ness of everything. when she tumbled to the ground laughing so hard her eyes were closed. watching her friend toss a handful of grass at her. the smile on her face softening the gesture she makes so you know she's joking. she doesn't really mean it. they don't know they have an audience. you fall in love for two minutes flat.
i still don't know her name.
you can't pretend that things were like last year, when you saw her twirling in the field. the blur of her red skirt sharp against the green-ness of everything. when she tumbled to the ground laughing so hard her eyes were closed. watching her friend toss a handful of grass at her. the smile on her face softening the gesture she makes so you know she's joking. she doesn't really mean it. they don't know they have an audience. you fall in love for two minutes flat.
i still don't know her name.