Gray
As we sat on the beach, I watched as the snowflakes began to fall into your hair, hiding themselves in the blond strands. The cold reddened your cheeks, harsh on your milky skin, your freckles beginning to blend in where the wind attacked your face.
The temperature was dropping, and I was surprised that your tears didn't freeze as they fell from your lashes, from eyes as blue as the ocean in front of us.
This is when I decided I loved you, when you were crying over Cliff leaving town, leaving you. You romanticized him a restless traveler, but he was no more than a vagabond, a nomad at best. That thief, he stole your heart, but didn't even offer to take the rest of you with him.
And I, I had a girl who loved me, but she would be gone for two whole seasons, and I knew myself too well, and with her out of sight she would be out of my heart. She never let me in her bed, anyway.
"I'll always be here," I was hoping that my thoughts would penetrate through skin and bone to your brain as your head rested on my shoulder; as you poured your heart out to the ocean he sailed away on, and me, as your spirit began to wilt, like every one of your crops does when the winter comes.
The wind began to pick up, and the ocean spray glued loose strands of hair to our faces as sea salt, seawater and tears all mixed together.
You looked so beautiful in that moment you thought I was crying with you, for you, and light returned to your eyes for a moment, even though it might have only been the reflection from the lighthouse.
That was my moment, and I did nothing but cry over you as you cried over that boy that wasn't even worth the heartbreak.
I could feel you chest rise and then fall as you breathed in deeply, sharply, trying to catch your breath as you drowned in your sorrow, swallowing gulps of salt in the air and in your tears, and the from mucus running from your nose. Oh, Goddess, you were so beautiful.
You tried to steady your words, and steady your thoughts, even though all that made it through was a chorus of "why"s.
I don't know why. I don't know why we fall in love with people who don't love us.