A Walk Down Memory Lane
With a heavy heart, I trudged out of the cemetery. I could almost hear her whispering, "Landon, how was your day?" I could almost feel her presence with me, I sort of presence that pulsated with each heartbeat. It hurt thinking about her, but then again, it hurt not to.
I walked over to the dock and remembered when we were there, together, where she helped me realize that intangible things, especially those pertaining to the heart are far more precious than those that are tangible. She taught me that the best things in life can't be seen but can be felt.
" I feel the wind. I can't see it, but I can feel it," she said, with her bright smile that seemed to light up the whole sky. An angelic glow was always around her, it seemed to pulsate with each second that passed by. My eyes water up again as I remember that moment. A mere flashback in my mind. A mere memory of the past.
I walk off the dock and walk again, I don't even know where I should go, for I know that wherever I do go, Jamie won't be there. I pass by buildings, roads, and people, yet Jamie's face is nowhere in that blur. With each step I take, I take another step faster, until suddenly I bump into a girl with a book in her hands. She dropped the book in surprise.
" Oh I'm sorry," I mutter.
" Oh no, it's my fault, I wasn't looking," she said.
I pick up the book and hand it to her anyway. We lean for the book at the same time and make eye contact. Her eyes, a soft blue, the same blue that Jamie's warm eyes always held.
" I'm Elizabeth Matthews," she said holding out her hand, smiling.
I stare at it for a few moments, as though not knowing what to do. Slowly, I bring up my hand and slowly shake it.
" I'm Landon, Landon Carter." She gave a smile. A smile as though she knew me, as though we had met before. I noticed the book she was reading, Oliver Twist.
" Nice book," I say quickly, going again on my way.
" Thanks Landon, thanks for giving me back my book." I stop in my tracks and a flashback hits me. Jamie said the same thing, the same way. With her happy tone that seem to sound louder than all other noises that were around the streets of Beaufort.
She turned back and gave me a smile. For a moment I though it was my Jamie. My Jamie. But the moment I blink, Elizabeth was back. Elizabeth reminded me so much of Jamie, of my Jamie. Elizabeth had the same color of hair, eyes, and smile.
The only thing was….. She wasn't Jamie.
With a heavy heart, I trudged out of the cemetery. I could almost hear her whispering, "Landon, how was your day?" I could almost feel her presence with me, I sort of presence that pulsated with each heartbeat. It hurt thinking about her, but then again, it hurt not to.
I walked over to the dock and remembered when we were there, together, where she helped me realize that intangible things, especially those pertaining to the heart are far more precious than those that are tangible. She taught me that the best things in life can't be seen but can be felt.
" I feel the wind. I can't see it, but I can feel it," she said, with her bright smile that seemed to light up the whole sky. An angelic glow was always around her, it seemed to pulsate with each second that passed by. My eyes water up again as I remember that moment. A mere flashback in my mind. A mere memory of the past.
I walk off the dock and walk again, I don't even know where I should go, for I know that wherever I do go, Jamie won't be there. I pass by buildings, roads, and people, yet Jamie's face is nowhere in that blur. With each step I take, I take another step faster, until suddenly I bump into a girl with a book in her hands. She dropped the book in surprise.
" Oh I'm sorry," I mutter.
" Oh no, it's my fault, I wasn't looking," she said.
I pick up the book and hand it to her anyway. We lean for the book at the same time and make eye contact. Her eyes, a soft blue, the same blue that Jamie's warm eyes always held.
" I'm Elizabeth Matthews," she said holding out her hand, smiling.
I stare at it for a few moments, as though not knowing what to do. Slowly, I bring up my hand and slowly shake it.
" I'm Landon, Landon Carter." She gave a smile. A smile as though she knew me, as though we had met before. I noticed the book she was reading, Oliver Twist.
" Nice book," I say quickly, going again on my way.
" Thanks Landon, thanks for giving me back my book." I stop in my tracks and a flashback hits me. Jamie said the same thing, the same way. With her happy tone that seem to sound louder than all other noises that were around the streets of Beaufort.
She turned back and gave me a smile. For a moment I though it was my Jamie. My Jamie. But the moment I blink, Elizabeth was back. Elizabeth reminded me so much of Jamie, of my Jamie. Elizabeth had the same color of hair, eyes, and smile.
The only thing was….. She wasn't Jamie.