if only…if only he had an eraser

Monday, June 30^th: The sight of her took his breath away

It had been years since he had seen her, although the picture of her was brand new in his mind, porcelain skin that had a warm tint in the summer months, hair that glimmered a golden hue in the sun, and piercing brown eyes that captivated him every time he looked into them…there she was standing before him after years gone by…he was still so in love with her.

But there was a problem, a problem that would stop him in his tracks, one that would show him no mercy if he decided to ignore it; no matter how he thought he could avoid the problem, he had no choice but to face it. Time was the only thing standing between them. If only he had chosen a different path, what his decision would mean years later, he would be able to freely communicate. You see, they were from different sides of the world. They weren’t different races or nationalities; things were more intense than that. The difference now was maturity, well, her maturity, at least. After years of heartache, she knew that the past was not something she wanted to repeat. The years of uncertain feelings shamed her, they took away from her, she was now who she wanted to be then. A woman of grace.