I didn't want to leave but you kissed me goodbye and it haunts my dreams.
The first time they meet, she places his accent before she really sees him. It is their first real day of school. He is English, she is Asian and they are miles away from home.
"William, call me Will."
"You're from the UK."
"And you're from the land of the rising sun."
She laughs and shies away from those strange green eyes, "I'll like to be."
The next time she really sees him, she is instantly reminded of the wedding photo shoot she had seen the previous day. She had chanced upon the newly-weds at Martin's Place. The groom was Irish-Australian and in the semi-darkness of evening light, he was radiating joy, as if it was tangible and exclusively theirs.
Her new classmate had those eyes.
Kind eyes.
Eyes she knew she could love.
So she did.
He made it easy. That infectious grin. His charming English lilt. The way everything seemed to lighten up with his carefree presence.
You would think she loved him because he was beautiful. He wasn't. Not in the breathtaking manner of sculpted models and Mother Nature but he is sweet to her and it makes her blush. Sweet in the way friends were sometimes obligated to be. They were friends and she was lonely.
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Hello LJ-friends,
Happy Easter! My redeemer lives and I'm the prodigal son.
I have returned. IDK if you remember who I am. If you don't, I'm your new lurker. Don't jinx it.
How have you guys been? Talk to me. I've missed you all. Truly.
xoxo, CC
"William, call me Will."
"You're from the UK."
"And you're from the land of the rising sun."
She laughs and shies away from those strange green eyes, "I'll like to be."
The next time she really sees him, she is instantly reminded of the wedding photo shoot she had seen the previous day. She had chanced upon the newly-weds at Martin's Place. The groom was Irish-Australian and in the semi-darkness of evening light, he was radiating joy, as if it was tangible and exclusively theirs.
Her new classmate had those eyes.
Kind eyes.
Eyes she knew she could love.
So she did.
He made it easy. That infectious grin. His charming English lilt. The way everything seemed to lighten up with his carefree presence.
You would think she loved him because he was beautiful. He wasn't. Not in the breathtaking manner of sculpted models and Mother Nature but he is sweet to her and it makes her blush. Sweet in the way friends were sometimes obligated to be. They were friends and she was lonely.
::
Hello LJ-friends,
Happy Easter! My redeemer lives and I'm the prodigal son.
I have returned. IDK if you remember who I am. If you don't, I'm your new lurker. Don't jinx it.
How have you guys been? Talk to me. I've missed you all. Truly.
xoxo, CC