There he stood gorgeous blonde hair flowing with the wind, emerald green eyes shining with both kindness and empathy. He had the same personality as the day he saved her from the rain all those years ago. The day she fell in love with him.
Why? Why does she love him? Well it is quite simple he complimented her pink bow that matched her pants. This was her very first compliment and it was one of the very few she will ever receive for quite a while.
At first they were close friends but she pushed him away. They grew apart. Simply because of fear. Her fear of being ridiculed. Fear of being rejected. Fear of being hurt. Again.
It was always like this. He would stand at the end of the dock day dreaming as the sunset like a fire ball sinking into the ocean. And she would admire him from a park bench writing long beautiful verses of poetry into a pink note book that declared her love for him.
She was debating in her mind whether or not she should tell him about her passionate love for him. It wouldn't be easy for her. She was Helga G Pataki the biggest bully at P.S 118 and admitting she loved the one she 'hated' the most would be the most emotive and pivital moment of her short but exuberant life.
After several gruelling minutes she decided she'd do it. She was finally going to tell him the truth. The whole truth.
Slowly she got up and shuffled her way over to him. She was very nervous. What if he rejected her? She looked deep into the water for a couple of seconds then regrouped and walked straight over to him.
When she got there she gently his shoulder and asked him softly, "Arnold I have something that I must tell you. It's terribly important."
Arnold was quite surprised that this was Helga. Her touch and voice was so soft and delicate it reminded him of Cecile. So he quickly agreed to talking to her in hope that it might have something to do with the girl who stole his heart as quickly as she vanished into the night.
He looked up into Helga`s sapphire blue eyes and remembered what his grandpa once told him- the eyes are the windows to the soul....oh and never eat raspberries. So for once in his life he truly gazed into her eyes. This time instead of seeing the prettiest shade of blue he had ever seen he saw her tortured soul with the love she felt for him shining through.
Now he finally understood her so he leaned up and gently kissed her soft lips. When they finally broke apart he whispered into her ear, "I love you too Helga."