Looking at pictures is fun. I remember him, black hair purple eyes. He used to play with me. We used to use our imaginations and we used to say we'd be together forever. I smiled as I picked up a picture of us together at age five. He smiled brightly. I don't think he remembers me. I fold the picture and put it in my necklace that can hold something small. I walk out and try to find Keith. He's no where to be seen. I decide to take a walk and I see fields of what we used to play in. I walk outside and see Keith staring at the sunset. I place my hand on his shoulder and he turns to me. He says nothing but just looks back at the sky. Fades of pink melt into orange and bled into a deep passion red. The sun slowly disappeared and we just stood with each other. I slowly latched onto his hand and he looked at me.
"We used to do this."
He remembered
"We used to sit on the soft grass and watch the sun set. We used to hold onto each other like nothing else mattered." There was silence and then he spoke again
"Can we still do that?"
I turned and looked at him.
"Of course." I Say.
He looked at me with love and he hugged me.
"I want to be more then the best friends we saw each other as. I want to hold you and when I saw you again after years apart I wanted to cry, I knew it was you I always did."
Tears started to form in my eyes.
"Can you please just shut up and kiss me?" I ask.
He does and kisses me softly. His lips feel like heaven. He holds me so close. There is comfort and safety in his arms. I smile as we part. "I've missed you." He says softly as he rested his head on mine. "I've missed you too."