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Every time I run into a girl with a pixy cut and two toned hair
Every time I run into a girl with a pixy cut and two toned hair, I wonder if she’s you. I know it’s been years, your hair is probably all grown out by now. I wonder if you ever went back to your natural hair color. Probably not. I don’t even know what it is. Probably blonde. I have a thing for blondes.
I’m not sure you weren’t my first love.
I’m not sure if I have ever loved you. Or was it your ambitions that I have fallen in love with.
Even now, I wear a ring on my finger, tying me to someone else. Someone I don’t want to ever lose. Someone I want to hold on forever.
I get scared when I see a tall girl with a pixy cut and two toned hair. Because I wonder if it’s you.
I don’t think we ever communicated probably, to be honest. I was young; you were the first girl that I admitted to liking. Maybe even more than liked. You thought of me as a child. I’m the same age as you were then, now. I still don’t think I have grown any less childish. I wonder if you have gotten any more mature.
When I see a tall girl with a pixy cut and two toned hair, I wonder if you’re with anyone now.
I loved us. It seemed like we could move in together, live in a little house. We’ll work, come home together and just live. Simply enjoying the days, holding hands in public, love each other without any care or judgment. Just live.
But you didn’t like my friends. You started to cut me off from the world. Your pain was something that I couldn’t understand, I couldn’t handle. Maybe you were right and it was my fault. Maybe I caused your family to hate you, your headaches, your tears. And for that I’m sorry. But I still don’t see what I did wrong.
But the pain I was causing you was killing the person that I loved being with.
So I let go of you and disappeared out of your life. I wanted to save what is left of the woman that I adored by tearing myself away from the person that made me color in a world of gray.
When I see a tall girl with a pixy cut and two toned hair, I hope that you’re happy.
I don’t know if you’re dating boys now. Or if you have found another girl. I hope whoever they are, they’re making you happy. I hope you’re still pursuing your dreams and that you’re still walking forward with your back straight. I sometime hear bits of information about you.
You seem happy.
I sincerely hope you are happy.