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The day she returned to me

Short story By: greenallie2000

Rooted love through the generations. When one season comes another leaves, As one life grows another goes. A journey through devoted love can and will forever be fragile as the leaves of a tree.

Submitted:Jan 26, 2012    Reads: 52    Comments: 14    Likes: 6   

So lightly it almost tickled, her fingers traced lovely designs all along my skin. I wanted to smile at her as she outlined her own footsteps around me. Each step followed by another and another, around and around.

I enjoyed her visits on the weekend of every week. It made me want to stand tall and smile bright knowing she would be here again the next week and again the following. My favorite part of her time spent here were all the wonderful stories she had to share. Most of the time she would laugh and giggle but on occasion she would come and cry beneath my arms, snuggling in close for comfort and support.

Somewhere deep inside I knew I loved her and she loved me but one weekend she didn't come. I thought I had made her angry or disappointed in someway. It wasn't my fault the season changed.

I thought she knew that?

That in the winter I would not look the same, not green and beautiful like I used to be but that wouldn't last.

I thought she knew that…?

I am still the same on the inside. When spring comes and winter fades it will be like I never left. It's just a cold I told her but the weekends passed with no smiling face to come and circle aimlessly around me. Twelve years passed before I saw her again.

Walking towards me, familiar green eyes as bright as spring leaves watching me curiously.

"Hi!" I wanted to scream.

"I've missed you!" I wanted to cry.

"Why did you leave?" I wanted to question.

But as she got closer she didn't look the same, younger I thought. Placing both of her smooth hands on me she leaned in and whispered to me. "I know you." I didn't say anything I just watched her as she traced her footsteps around me. I didn't know if I really wanted her to touch me but something about her made me want to cry with joy. When she stopped and sat down at my foot she leaned her head back and looked up at me.

"My mother told me about you." She said

"She said you were her best friend." I looked down at her.

"I think you will be my best friend too." She smiled.

My heart pinched with happiness, "I knew you didn't leave." I whispered back.

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