A Brunette
I feel your soft hands lace around mine, pulling me across the bridge to the other side of the river. An evening just to ourselves is what you wanted. Of course I could never deny you what you wanted, one look in your eyes and I could feel my doubts and fears float into the air. Of course when you broke our stare they'd all come crashing down again.
Your grip becomes tighter and more dependent as we ascend to the mountain top . I was now the one pulling you along. Funny, how I always had to be the one to be dragged at the beginning, but at the end it was the other way around. It was constant in our relationship. But, that's what makes me love our relationship.
I watch as you tuck a strand of brown hair behind your ear. I had told you to not let your friend get carried away. After all a simple hair cut and a dye job could change your whole personality. I had fallen for a sweet and innocent hometown blonde, would I still end up with the same girl that was my everything. It turns out it really doesn't change a person, it only gives me less to hold when I kiss you.
Your feet dangle over the edge of the cliff, our hands still intertwined as we look over the country side basked in the deep pinks and purples of the sunset. I sit down beside you, letting a sigh escape my lips.
I rest my leg against your's, the fabric scraping together to create the only noise around us. "Thanks for pushing me to do this," I say. I turn to you and watch you do the same.
You smile, your face lighting up for the world to see. You don't acknowledge my thanks just continue to smile.
I don't change my expression as we sit there in silence. I don't look away, and you do the same, still smiling.
You lift your hand to my face and begin to caress my cheek. "I love you." It escapes your lips in a hush tone that I can hardly make out.
I can't believe it, how could a wonder like you, ever love a man as broken and bitter as me. I place my other hand over your's, "Not as much as I love you."
You might love me, but I will love you more than any person will ever love another.
"The next time you are a brunette, and you do."