Truth

Opposites attract, or so they say.

And yet he couldn't bring himself to believe that as he watched her lie there; perfectly breathtaking. What could she ever see in him, the answer was glaringly obvious. Nothing. Either way it was a stab to his already bruised heart.

As if feeling his penetrating gaze upon her she glanced up, black eyes met startling green ones. And she smiled. And in that golden moment, bathed in the dappled light slanting in through the trees overhead, the slight breeze that ruffled his hair, the gentle sound on the river flowing nearby and that gaze. He felt alive.

What did the future matter, he was living in the present, and in that glorious moment she was his. They were together in this glade, their place, beautifully surreal though it seemed.

Yet maybe it was too good to be true, for that was their last summer together.

The days of childhood now long gone, he looks back at these memories with longing, craves the sound of voice, the intensity of her gaze.

But it was always too good to be true, for opposites never do attract. He knows that now.