#PerfectDate Competition Entry ~our thing~

our thing

Dear Alex,

I miss you everyday. I miss talking to you about anything and everything. I miss laughing.

I remember how last summer we'd go to the creek and spend hours there without a care. You've no clue how much I long to go there again. It was our perfect date, and I would do it again without hesitation.

We'd race each other as fast as our legs would allow us, falling in a careless heap underneath the big willow. It was our special spot. I can imagine us now; it only feels like yesterday we were so careless and happy, not a worry on our minds.

We'd lie on the grass, my head on your lap as you'd play with my hair, talking about our crazy families, annoying teachers, and immature friends. Then we'd eat. Your mum made the best food. We'd sit by the water, feet dipped in the cool water, eating a sandwich, sipping cold lemonade and the breeze caressed our faces, and the sun warmed us up.

We'd finish eating and strip down to our swimming costumes, and jump in, giggling like children. It was the best feeling, laughing so carelessly, happily, splashing you playfully. I was so in love with you.

We'd play in the water, then when we became tired, we'd get up and dry ourselves off. We'd sit on the side, silently. I never knew what you'd think. You were so beautiful, the way you'd stare into the water, your lips curved ever so slightly, your eyes reflecting the green of our surrounding, and shadows casted on your face by the dipping sun. Your dark hair, still damp, would be splayed across your forehead.

I'd stare at you, and you were oblivious to it all, until you'd turn to me, that infectious grin on your face. I miss that. I miss being the cause of that. You'd stand up, grabbing my hand, pulling me up with you, and we'd climb the tree closest to us. You were fearless. It was one of the things I admired most about you. Sitting on the branch, we'd watch the sun slowly disappear.

You would turn to me, and we'd stare at each other. You were incredible. You ever so gently kissed me, and I swear I'd be flying. My heart soared. You'd wrap your arm around me, and we'd sit there.

After climbing down, we'd say goodbye, a smile on our lips as we'd part. It was our thing.

I wish things had never changed. I wish your mum hadn't gotten cancer. I wish your dad hadn't turned to drugs. I wish you'd never ended your life.

I write you a letter every month. It's never sent. I can't. You're gone. I wish you'd let me in. I wish I'd been there more. I love you. I'm sorry I couldn't help you more Alex. I wish you'd said goodbye. I wish we could go on one last date. But these are all wishes. Wishes for a perfect date.

~ forever yours.