Remembering Sunday
I have been looking for her for fourteen days, sixteen hours, twenty three minutes, and twelve seconds as of now. And I still can't find her anywhere. Some people would call me obsessed. Others would call me insane. But I, Spot Conlon, would say I am trying to find the one girl I can't live without.
I met her on one of "those" days. You know, the kind where the sun seems to shine extra bright, the birds sing extra loud, and the sky seems extra blue. One of those days where you know something good is going to happen.
Something good did happen. I met her. She was walking down the street, humming softly, a slight breeze blowing her long, chestnut brown hair. The sun hit her green eyes just right. She seemed to be glowing. People walking by stopped and stared at her. It was almost as if no one could move. Believe me, I know, I was one of them.
I almost died when she came up to me and asked me something.
"Excuse me sir, can I have a paper?" She asked me. Her voice sounded like bells. Beautiful bells.
"Uh… sir? Would you mind if I bought a paper?" I just nodded and stared at her. She looked at me like I was crazy, put a penny in my hand, and grabbed a paper.
She started to walk… no float, away. I ran to catch up with her.
"I know this might sound a but strange, but I was wondering, what is your name?" Oh gosh. I sounded so, so stupid!
She smiled and turned to me and said " My parents call me Isabella, but people I like call me Izzy." I laughed like a loon at that. She gave me another 'are you crazy?' looks.
"Well, what's your name? I told you mine." She looked at me with those beautiful emerald eyes.
"Spot. Spot Conlon."
"Spot. I liked it." With that, she walked away. Again. I ran after her.
"I know this may sound like an odd thing to ask, but I was wondering, if you wanted to go out sometime?"
She looked at me with those eyes again. Then she smiled.
" I would love too."
After that, we had our first date. Then our second, and so on and so forth. We kissed at the end of the dock. We danced in the rain. Throughout all of this, we fell in love. It got to the point where she basically lived at the Brooklyn lodging house. Everyone loved her. She was so sweet and kind. She was everything a girl could be. And so much more. But all good things have to come to an end.
I woke up fourteen days ago to find out she was gone. She vanished into thin air. It rained all day. I ran, looking for her everywhere. She was nowhere. Some people told me she had been killed. Others told me she was tired of New York, and ran away. Some people even told me she was a ghost.
I have been looking for her for fourteen days, sixteen hours, thirty minutes, and twenty-two seconds. Some people say I'm obsessed. Others say I'm insane. But I, Spot Conlon, say I'm trying to find the one girl I cannot and will not live without.
A/N: Hey guys! Okay, I was listening to All Time Low's Remembering Sunday, and I had to write this. It's not my best, but hey, I tried! Reviews helpful.