To Ramona


Hylas and the Water Nymphs by Henrietta Rae, 1909


July 26, 2014

The clouds almost looked as if they were going to pop out of the sky as the sun started to set over the graveyard, the trees disappearing into black outlines.
“What am I thinking?” I asked him. He smiled and moved closer to me, then sat down in front of me and leaned in to kiss me. Then asked “was I right?” I looked down and smiled, telling him he was right.

I felt as if I could sit there for hours. The air was crisp and cool and the wind made me wish I could fly. For the fist time in a long time I felt free. He made me feel like I could do anything. As we walked home, I skipped, sang, recited poetry and we exchanged conversation in silly voices. Things I hardly ever do with people.

Each time spent with him removed a little more of that wall I’d built around me so long ago. The one I’d neglected to take down in fear of being hurt. But, I need to take chances, I need to live and some people are just worth those chances.

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