I'm walking down her driveway but instead of going to her front door, I sneak over to her swing because I know that's where she is. It's where she's most comfortable. Her purple shirt presses against her, showing just how small her figure really is, and I have to remind myself to breathe. I slowly walk up behind her, without her even knowing I'm there and start pushing her as she swings backwards. We remain like this for a while because it's so natural for us to be together, we just kind of meld, and then she starts to sing.
Her dad looks out the window at us and I just wave for a minute, missing a swing of that beautiful penddulum. She kicks me, not enough to hurt but to make me push again. Soon she stops moving her legs which is my cue to stop pushing. I let her glide on her own for a minute and then catch her in my arms. I can feel her pulse quicken as I tighten my grip around her and i think of how I wish I deserved a girl like her.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see him sneaking down my driveway. I turn my head and pretend not to notice because I know that's what he wants. I can feel his hands on my back as my swing gently sways back and forth. This is where I'm most confortable. this is where I'm at peace. I start to sing and i can almost hear him humming as he pushes me with such great care and gentleness.
All of the sudden I can't feel him. His hands are gone. I look back and stick out my foot so that next time the swing glides back, I kick him the littlest bit. He understands and starts pushing again. After a while I get tired of swinging and he senses this. He stops my magical high flying device by wrapping his arms around me. For a second I melt in his grip and then remind myself to breathe. I wish I could be what he deserves, I wish I were only good enough for him.