Dani-the-Naiad

I once knew a boy with springtime eyes and a smile that led up to sunshine. He lived by a girl who had wintery hair and a gaze that could turn you to snow. They met in the summer next to the swings at the park where the water shoots out of the ground. And when the water flow slowed and the autumn chill bit, their songs blended concerto one to four. Their two-toned chord held long enough for the storm clouds to break. Then that girl, silly girl, with the wintery hair met a boy who smelled just like summer and she melted so hard and he froze up so fast, that springtime had no time to shine. The crestfallen boy with the springtime eyes wilte

There she was, right in my way, as always. Couldn't she just give it a rest? It had been nearly two years, and still she was determined to "make things right" between us. She was walking as if she had the right to be there, in my face without even coming close enough to deserve the glare I couldn't help but give. Was she ever going to give up? Probably not. She was always a stubborn one. That's part of why I liked her so much. As I watched her cross the room, I felt rather than saw her look towards me. Our eyes caught and I tried my best to keep my face emotionless, to not give any of my pain away. Before I could even look away, she was

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