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pretty, and apologize for things I may have done that could have caused her pain. She was one of the boys, once we argued it was done and over with. The dynamic of our friendship geared into new territory that we were both unfamiliar with, and as soon as I saw her wearing that dress, I knew it. After spending the day by myself, and having to be alone with nothing but my thoughts, I realized that’s what bothered me the most about seeing her look so different.
We were all growing up and that included Alex, which was the hardest pill to swallow.
For a while we just stood there, neither one of us talking, trying to appreciate the silence when we could. The voices in our minds sedated, perhaps comforted by one another’s presence.
She would tell me later in life that nothing calmed her more than my arms around her, and if I had known that then, I would have held her every time she looked at me with sadness or disappointment. And maybe it could have helped heal the wounds that I cut along the way.
The broken heart I shattered piece by piece, bit by bit, with nothing but my actions and at times my words.
When she finally walked out onto the deck that overlooked the water, I followed close behind, taking the comfortable silence with us. There were so many things I wanted to say but couldn’t, it would be a never-ending pattern between us. What could either of us say that would even make sense? We were both still so young, we barely understood what the hell flourished between us. There was no one we could discuss it with but each other, and that was easier said than done.
“Why were you so upset today, Bo?” Her stare remained toward the waves of the ocean, making it easier for her to open up to me.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but I quickly shut it. The words just not forming fast enough for me to answer.
“It’s hard to realize that things are changing, huh?” she stated as a question, appearing much older than she actually was.
“Yeah,” I weakly muttered.
“I never thought…” She shook her head, gathering her thoughts. “I don’t know what I thought, all I know is that I don’t want to lose you, Bo, I don’t want to lose any of you.” Her eyes locked with mine. “Especially you,” she added in a softer tone.
“Me too,” I whispered, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “One day—”
“I know,” she interrupted. At the time I didn’t think she did, but that’s another thing I grasped later. Alex was aware of it all. It was me who wasn’t.
“I asked her out on a date because Jacob, I mean the boys, it’s just…” I mumbled, the words still not forming the way I wanted them to.
She smiled, breaking the intensity of our stares. “My dress is really soft. I don’t think I’ve ever felt material this soft before. I like it. I mean I don’t fill the dress out like those girls—”
“You’re perfect.”
Her eyes lowered, but her face didn’t. “I’m still one of the boys, Bo. I don’t want you worrying yourself over nothing. I haven’t changed. I promise.”
“It doesn’t feel that way to me.”
Peering back up at me with the most sincere, warm, welcoming eyes. “I’ll always be your brown eyed girl, Bo.”
She put her arms around me, her tiny frame hugging mine. She fit perfectly, melting against my chest. Our hearts placed beside each other, and for the first time that day everything felt right.
“I know,” I whispered into the side of her face, kissing her cheek. Breathing in the scent of her vanilla shampoo and sunscreen, they quickly became my new favorite smell. “They’re just girls, Half-Pint.”
Having her in my arms made it easy for me to find the words to express the truth.
It made no sense to me, nothing did.
When did things get so confusing?
I wanted to cry…
Why did I want to cry? I hated crying.
I bit my lip to keep from crying.
When did I turn into this girl?
The one who wears dresses and cries, and has
We were all growing up and that included Alex, which was the hardest pill to swallow.
For a while we just stood there, neither one of us talking, trying to appreciate the silence when we could. The voices in our minds sedated, perhaps comforted by one another’s presence.
She would tell me later in life that nothing calmed her more than my arms around her, and if I had known that then, I would have held her every time she looked at me with sadness or disappointment. And maybe it could have helped heal the wounds that I cut along the way.
The broken heart I shattered piece by piece, bit by bit, with nothing but my actions and at times my words.
When she finally walked out onto the deck that overlooked the water, I followed close behind, taking the comfortable silence with us. There were so many things I wanted to say but couldn’t, it would be a never-ending pattern between us. What could either of us say that would even make sense? We were both still so young, we barely understood what the hell flourished between us. There was no one we could discuss it with but each other, and that was easier said than done.
“Why were you so upset today, Bo?” Her stare remained toward the waves of the ocean, making it easier for her to open up to me.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but I quickly shut it. The words just not forming fast enough for me to answer.
“It’s hard to realize that things are changing, huh?” she stated as a question, appearing much older than she actually was.
“Yeah,” I weakly muttered.
“I never thought…” She shook her head, gathering her thoughts. “I don’t know what I thought, all I know is that I don’t want to lose you, Bo, I don’t want to lose any of you.” Her eyes locked with mine. “Especially you,” she added in a softer tone.
“Me too,” I whispered, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “One day—”
“I know,” she interrupted. At the time I didn’t think she did, but that’s another thing I grasped later. Alex was aware of it all. It was me who wasn’t.
“I asked her out on a date because Jacob, I mean the boys, it’s just…” I mumbled, the words still not forming the way I wanted them to.
She smiled, breaking the intensity of our stares. “My dress is really soft. I don’t think I’ve ever felt material this soft before. I like it. I mean I don’t fill the dress out like those girls—”
“You’re perfect.”
Her eyes lowered, but her face didn’t. “I’m still one of the boys, Bo. I don’t want you worrying yourself over nothing. I haven’t changed. I promise.”
“It doesn’t feel that way to me.”
Peering back up at me with the most sincere, warm, welcoming eyes. “I’ll always be your brown eyed girl, Bo.”
She put her arms around me, her tiny frame hugging mine. She fit perfectly, melting against my chest. Our hearts placed beside each other, and for the first time that day everything felt right.
“I know,” I whispered into the side of her face, kissing her cheek. Breathing in the scent of her vanilla shampoo and sunscreen, they quickly became my new favorite smell. “They’re just girls, Half-Pint.”
Having her in my arms made it easy for me to find the words to express the truth.
It made no sense to me, nothing did.
When did things get so confusing?
I wanted to cry…
Why did I want to cry? I hated crying.
I bit my lip to keep from crying.
When did I turn into this girl?
The one who wears dresses and cries, and has
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