Last Moments.

Cold, windy, and majestic.

Three words that described that day. I remember it being the first few days of spring; the flowers blooming the various colors of the rainbow, the sudden changes of the wind that blew through my dyed red hair. It wasn’t a bright red, it was a rosewood. I deeply admired the color, it went well with my pale skin and my gray eyes. I remember wearing my favorite white dress, that blew slightly up every so often. It was short -only reaching to my knees- allowing the grass to tickle my skin. The smell of nature engulfed my senses as the time, surrounding me in the blanket of its warmth.  

I waited for him, patiently. He had surprised me, by sneaking up behind me. I was so scared, that I screamed ever so slightly. I remember looking at him with a smile trying to break through. My eyes always brightened around him, he was my world, my everything.

“Julia”, he said my name in a way that made me melt on the inside. He wrapped his arms around me, and we stayed like that- no words passing between us. I felt my heart race and myself melt into his embrace. He pulled away first, cupping the sides of my face. I stared into his blue eye, lost in their serenity. “I need to tell you something”.

I looked at him with confusion, unsure of what he might say. I was terrified yet intrigued. I stayed quiet but nodded, as a way to let him continue.

He stared at me, as if trying to prolong this moment. “I’m moving”.

I tried to not hear those words. Those horrid words that seemed daunting on me.

“When?”. I was unable to say anything else, scared that I’ll end up bursting into tears.

“In two weeks”

“Where?”

“To New York”

“So what are we going to do?”

“I don’t know.”

I knew that this was the end, these last two weeks then we’ll part ways. The first tear fell slowly, I tried to hold them back but it only made it worse. My head fell into the plums of my hands as I wept, quietly. I felt his arms hold me in his warm embrace- a place that I felt free and buoyant within. I knew these moments will now become the most precious to me, these final moments full of sorrow. We knew it was going to be hard for us, but we both had to move on with our lives. I knew what I had to say, words that I was always too scared to use, I finally needed to use them before it was too late.

“ I love you”.