That was her name.
A name that invokes memories of sweet laughter, a sweet countenance, a sweet smile...
Why, one encounter with her would revise one's boundaries on sweet overindulgence.
But it was her voice that drew me in.
Plus her tendency to grab my hand in excitement which gave me little choice but to follow.
We were so close...
We were polar opposites, too.
Ebony-haired I was to her golden-blonde,
Open and friendly she was to my reserved and quiet nature.
And yet were were friends. The best of friends and she was the First.
The First to stir my heart
The First to break it.
Such a clean break that left no wounds. Only the lingering, wondering grace of what could have been.
Of what would never come to pass.
More than a decade has passed since I had last seen her.
I wonder where she is in the world, or if she even remembers me...
For it was a long time ago,
That we were mere children.
The blonde little girl doesn't exist anymore,
Just as the ebony-haired child has changed.
Evolved. Transformed. - A normal trait of life.
It is bitter to think that our paths may have crossed on Fate's command,
And we glimpsed into each other's faces.
Looked into the other's eyes..
Only to give it naught a thought as all strangers tend to do.