alice's love story... slightly edited by me?

Her hair touching her ears on its way down barely past her neck, she stood there, silently, lips quivering, as she looked. Today would be the day the numbers started counting down, from 20, until she would be gone. She couldn't believe it, standing outside of her two story, golden-brown, strong-red doored suburban home. She looked to her right and then to her left - every door she knew by heart, every window and every porch; come three weeks, and unfamiliar faces and places would invade her calm.

She loved every step on every crack; breathed in the warm, heavy air and smiled every morning. She wasn't one to mope, and yet there was something more precious than security and childhood - him. He wasn't tall, dark, and handsome; didn't have beautiful yellow hair. But he was noone but himself. He was, if she ever knew one, the only sincere high school student. He could laugh like there was nothing left in the world but irony, or love like heart break couldn't be translated into his language, hope as if the smile on a face was reason enough to do so and cry like there was a river to make. That charisma she never felt without him she always felt with him. And all she could ever think, three weeks.


He loved to live. If he fell down the stairs, he would get up, thanking the heavens that the ground wasn't too hard. When he forgot his gloves at home when the river froze over, he used it as an excuse to let his hands wander into their own dance. But he was as fickle as a teenage girl. He would wake up one day, look at her, think to himself, "My God! Nothing more beautiful." And amuse himself with little words and little poems; until he came across beautiful stars or beautiful lakes with beautiful backdrops and then he would say,
"I have one life to live, to cherish and love
and God knows, all this is sent from above!
so much to handle so much to see
but one at a time is the motto for me!"
And these last three weeks were the same - falling in out of love, at high tide nothing was higher and at low, love was gone.

When the two split, she was almost devastated. Meanwhile, he felt a blip, his heart skipped a beat. And then he said to himself,
"ah, when a run is over it is over.
no need to cry no need to labor,
people come and now some are gone,
but at the end of the day,
life goes on."

And their lives, yes, they went on.