continued … She mumbled something. He saw a quick smile pass over her face. She looked down for a moment then back up at him.
He stared at her face. The street light cast a half shadow on her face. He had never looked at her so closely. He reveled at seeing her face so closely for the first time; the crease in her chin, her perfect nose, her eyes. Especially her eyes.
The words, “The most beautiful girl,” popped into his head. He smiled.
He always thought she was beautiful. More beautiful than any girl he had ever seen. There was something special about her. He didn’t know what it was. All he knew was that since he was a young boy he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
For a moment he thought her blue eyes glowed. They always seemed to glow.
He saw water pooling along the bottom of her eye lid. A flash of white light streaked from the pooled tear. Was it the reflected light from a star or, maybe the moon? The tear continued to pool until it looked like it was going to spill over.
“I heard about your mom,” he said, still staring at her face.
She lowered her eyes. He thought it was probably because the tear was about to spill over and run down her cheek. He felt her sorrow momentarily. It rose up from his chest and constricted his throat.
He took a step toward her. She didn’t move. He moved closer and touched the back of her arm. She leaned toward him. He pulled her close until she was pressed against him, his right arm around her back, his left hand on the back of her head. She turned her head and laid it on his chest.
She sounded like a helpless child when she cried.
Then, her body shook with soft sobs. A cool breeze blew against his face. Soft tendrils of her hair drifted up and touched his face. She seemed slight and fragile. But he knew better.
He closed his eyes and pictured her as the young girl he first saw so many years before. The girl he fell in love with at first sight when he was ten years old.