She is beautiful, and all of those things that 18 year old girls are. And he drives a Mustang. A white Mustang that makes a deep, guttural growl when he drops her off. There are those 18 year old kisses, the ones that you remember years after when fall rolls around, and memories of those first days of high school come flooding back.
They're in love. Oh first love. Where it's innocent and thoughtful and thoughtless and heartbreaking and all those mistakes are made. When that painful process of loving, and losing starts. And it's never really over, because our whole lives we are loving and losing. Losing and loving. And hopefully, if we're doing it right, learning.
I watched her, this lovely 18 year old with ringlet curls, and perfect skin. I watched her moving so confidently about last night, and was proud. She's my friend. The age difference is there but doesn't matter because she is a lovely soul and one of those people that is good. Like clear water filled with all those beautiful, colorful things. She shines, and decorates my life. Being around her is happiness and gentle, graceful purity.
So my 18 year old friend, live your life and love your life and know that I'm here for you. Because the loving, and the losing, well it's only just started and I've been through it all.
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