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desert rain

November 21, 2011
By fineartsismypassion BRONZE, Maumee, Ohio
fineartsismypassion BRONZE, Maumee, Ohio
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The outside smelt of flowers exposing their aroma . The grass was swaying while the immense Oak trees were happy, dancing in the mid-afternoon sun, their leaves turning more colorful by the minute. The squirrels were playing in the forest climbing up and down the trees. All the little kids were at home eating dinner, meaning nobody was in the park.

“Juliette,” Kyle whispered in my ear. His lips were almost touching my cheek, I could feel his warmth, “It’s time. I have to leave.”

“Just one more minute.”

“No hun, I have to go now. We can still be friends and call each other every weekend…”

Friends. I have heard that word a lot before used in that term. ‘We can still be friends’. A term meaning, I still like you… but I need a break. In this case though, it means I wont be able to see you for a year because my “family” is moving to England.

“I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too. You’re the best girlfriends somebody could ever have. The next guy to have you will be very lucky to have you.”

He started to walk off into his beat up chevy truck. It’s the truck I grew up with; the one I would always see in the drive way of the small house. Throughout the years of going to his house to fingerpaint, to doing homework together, to hanging out, and to going to his house for us to go on a date. It was his dads truck. Once his dad died of cancer a month after his 16th birthday, his mom gave him his dads truck. The day Kyle got the truck he didn’t think of it as a classic 16th birthday gift from his parents, he thought of it as a gift from God. Reminding him that his dad will always be there in the littlest ways.

“I love you,” I said through the small window.

“I will always love you.” Kyle said.

I will never forget the smell of the car. The smell is of Mr. Hudson his dad. It smelt of rain in a dessert. A unique smell. It’s a smell people might think of as interesting, but its a smell I think of as love.

The author's comments:
What inspired me to write this article was the feeling of breakups when each of you both love each other still. People that have gone through with this know that it was a reason why you had to break up. I think even if somebody hasn't gone through that, everybody can relate to this. I hope people will get from this that memories can mean the world, and never forget your memories.

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on Nov. 27 2011 at 7:27 pm
ChocoMint SILVER, Bloomington, Indiana
7 articles 0 photos 129 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Love is like swallowing hot chocolate before it has cooled off. It takes you by surprise at first, but keeps you warm for a long time." - Anonymous

"Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear." - Anonymous

Didn't care for it that much. It just seemed so flat. The detail wasn't vivid enough. The last line just threw me off cause you had never really mentioned smells or desert rain before. <><