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Baseball

She liked to play baseball.

She wasn't good at it by any means, but then again, how many kids are? I still couldn't yank my eyes off of her three years after I'd first seen her, so it didn't matter how good she was at baseball. I would still stare no matter what, entranced by her golden halo of her, the sparkling pink blush in her cheeks, and I'd feel warmth unlike any other racing along my bones when she'd look up from second base and smile at me.

At that tender age, she reminded me of a filly, stick thin and all legs and arms. But she was unbearably adorable in her awkwardness, the body she was still growing into. Prim and proper one moment, then streaking behind Echo to the ocean the next. She was already halfway a teenager. I winced whenever I thought that, thought about how cruel girls were, how boys minds worked, and how excruciatingly beautiful she would be. I didn't want her to grow up yet, it was too fast. I wanted her to be young and happy forever.

When she got tired of baseball (which was always before her cousins), she would come and sit with me on the grass and interrupt my thoughts completely, not that I minded. Her small head rested easily on my chest and she always said she was quite warm there. Warm, happy, and loved. My Eva, my light, my love, and my life. Forever, always, her Paul.