Colors

Baby - Pastel Blue

Soft. That's how her skin felt every time my hand brushed it. How her raven black hair looked in the light of the day. How her stormy gray eyes looked as we lie looking up at the pastel sky.

Actually, it's just her looking at the sky. I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of her since she came skipping out of her house to my car. In her overalls with a picnic basket in hand. Her always eyes dancing playfully, a smile accentuating her dimples, humming to a song that could only be heard through her ears. Damn her for being perfect.

"You're not even listening to me, are you?"
I snapped out of my trance, refocusing on her, only to find that smart-ass smirk she gets when she's proving a point staring back at me. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." I scowled as she giggled at me.

"You have no clue what you do to me."

"Oh, I think I do, honey-bunches."

"Don't get smart with me, missy." She lets out a full-bodied laugh then, throwing her head back, eyes closing, blocking out the pastel sky she had dragged me here to stare at. Believe me when I say she literally had to drag me out of the car, disdainfully looking up at the sky as she pulled me to a spot. Yet I found myself appreciating it.

"Now I get that you're my bestie and all, but why can't you stop staring, huh?" I blush then. She can't know that every night I go to bed thinking of holding her close, being able to kiss that soft skin, bury my face past that soft hair and against her neck, and dream of being able to place a kiss upon her lips and whisper that she's my baby.

Damn her for making me fall.