Summary: Maya writes about Riley

My innocent, sweet Riley...

Time slows, often with her. When her soft, sweet scent fills the air, as the wind blows. Turning to reveal the most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes upon. Soft, hazel locks of hair, turning with her. A glimmer of mischief in those shining, brown eyes. A pretty smile, with lips like a blooming carnation. Two simple words, just two, making me feel warm and tingly.

"Good Morning."

That's how every morning she's here begins.

Through the rest of the day, small glimpses of her. Then, lunch. The amount time I get to spend with my shining angel is, limited. It's a shame how fast that time flies, despite time speeding and slowing, as words sweet as sugar flow from her lips. In those times, everything just seems to fade out. Then, all that's left is just, her.

Just her tall, thin form. Her eyes, her smile. Only she is left. Her fleeting touches, her sweet scent. Making me wish it was always like this. Just the two of us.

I always seem to forget to eat at that time, when I am awestruck by her. I've given up on trying to eat my lunch at this point. It's much more enjoyable to just watch her instead. It fills me with a sort of contentedness.

After lunch, I see glimpses of her for two classes, but only in my last class, do I see her once more. I get there early, despite how hard that is, just to see her walk through the door. I sit in patience, in the front table waiting to see her again. She sits in the back, which is slightly unfortunate for me. As I cannot see her until some people move, and then I can see her smiling face again. Even though that time is short, it's enjoyable while it lasts. Even a single glimpse of my shining angel is simply wonderful and makes me smile.

After that, she disappears again. She goes home, with only three words. Three words, that have never filled me with more melancholy.

"See you later."

Everyday begins the same.

However, sometimes she sleeps over. It fills me with joy, to see her so happy to come over. The day plays out the same, but does not end the same. She laughs as she sits in front of the school with me as we wait for my mom to pick us up.

When she gets to our house, she's practically glowing to me. She's filled to the brim with excitement, and we do whatever she wants to do. Whether it be spending time on the roof of my shed, or up in the loft, cuddling, whatever she wants. It brings me a feeling of satisfaction to see her smile so brightly, to laugh, to cling onto me for comfort.

To feel her warm body clinging to mine. A wonderful warm feeling spreads throughout me. Feeling her warm breath against my skin, gives me goosebumps, and sets free millions of butterflies inside of me. God, do I wish those times would never end.

By the end of the night, it doesn't end with a "see you later." But rather, a "sweet dreams," and of course with those words, dreams surely come, sweeter than sugar.

When I wake up, she's still asleep. Her thin frame, moving slightly as small, quiet, breathy snores come from her as she continues her slumber. When she sleeps, she takes the blanket, but I don't mind. Sometimes, it's too cold for her to just take the blanket. Sometimes, she's directly against my back, I can feel her body against mine, her rib cage expanding and contracting. I can feel her warm, soft breaths against my neck. I can feel her hand on my stomach, and her other hand against my back or under the pillow.

Even if I am awake, I lay still. I wish not to wake her, as she pulls herself closer still.

As she finally awakes, I wonder if there will be a time. Where I wake up next to her everyday, and say the two words that remind me of my unconditional love for her,

"Good Morning."