Fading Slowly

I can't remember when I first saw her.
We went to the same school and were only a few lockers apart, but it was a while before I realized how beautiful she was. She was just another familiar face in two of my classes. We saw each other every morning, but neither of us talked to the other.

Then one day it hit me.

It happened one afternoon on the way to the bus stop ... she was there too. I kept looking at her thinking about how we see each other every morning but never speak.

Then, as I stared at her, it hit me: she was beautiful!

I never took the time to realize this. I never took the time to think, to appreciate her beauty. I knew she was cute before, but that day I also knew that I was in love.

She had the most beautiful voice. Whenever she was called upon in class, I blocked out everything just to listen to her speak. Everyone made fun of her soft-spoken words except me.

The hue in her hair could explain why I have a fascination with redheads today. And her eyes had a way of changing color in the sunlight.

We exchanged a couple of letters. Small talk only. Then I transferred to a new school. I could not stop thinking about her, even five years later. I asked as many people I could if they knew her contact info ... to no avail.

Anyway, the few moments of precious time that I got to glance at her were all I ever had of her. I would stare and try to memorize her every feature so that I would have a mental picture when I felt alone.

Her image has now faded in my brain as, slowly, I forget about her. I still kick myself for not telling her how I felt.

I can't imagine why she was different from the other girls I've met.

She just was.

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