Dear princess,
I missed you. Two years passed by without even a glance at you. It hurts to pretend, baby girl. Can we stop playing this game? I miss the feel of you in my arms, the curls that run down your back and the lips that I remembered so perfectly against mine. Your small waist against the curve of my palm, I loved the twinkle in your ocean blue orbs when you see me at the end of the pavement. And the way you run into my arms, I can never forget the smile you had.
I wish I have never hurt you...
But I did.
His pen stopped moving, he paused with his eyes closed. He was writing a letter full of his emotions about the one perfect girl who changed his life. After two years, he finally found the courage to do it. His eyes flickered to the window positioned on his right, he watched the life passed by under the storm. His mind flashed back to the memory where she danced in the storm.
"Taylor! What..." Joe trailed off, his eyes staring at the girl under the rain, "..are you doing?"
Her lips stretched upwards into a smile as she shouted at him, "I'm dancing in the storm, Joe! Would you like to join me?"
The dark blue dress printed with flowers on it, clung onto her every curve. Her blonde curls was plastered to every bare skin. She flung her arms up in the air and spun on her heel. He ran into the rain and caught her as she fell backwards. She gazed up into his hazel orbs, a small smile playing on her lips.
"You caught me," she said, her eyes blazing. He smiled back at her and let her go.
"Don't fall again," he warned, jokingly.
But she whispered while leaning into him, "Too late."
You make me smile, even with only the memories to recall in my mind, you still do. I want to be the guy to catch you while you dance in a storm, again. I want to be the first, the last and the only one to do it. You're my princess, you deserve to be treated right.
I love you princess, I always do. I'm still hoping to catch you again when you fall...or if you fall.
Love,
your prince.