Soccerchic Scribblings

Strange

Cheryl e-mails me tonight, to tell me that she is so estatic over the money I raised for her walk for breast cancer. I smile at her enthusiasm and how she is crying while typing because she is so touched. I feel alive for that moment, because I made her smile and that's important somehow.

I meant to call you tonight, in fact I dialed your number numerous times. Funny how it took me this long to memorize it. I only hear the sound of your answering machine, cold against a sky that is colder yet. Almost as if it is a sign, no one is home, and you can't wait forever.

For five minutes last night, I was 15 again, no cares in the world and just a whole lot of laughter. There I am, running across a lawn, with grass that really needs to be mown, after a soccer ball. I look up to see you laughing at me, the way I scream when I miss the ball. Time hasn't passed, I am still young, and life is a world of possibilities.

I hear your voice across the phone, cracking because you a million miles away. You tell me about the orphanage you're working at, the cute children, and how much you are growing these three months away from home. I smile at your joy, yet I am envious of what you are experiencing, and I miss you.

I have stopped to take a breath, and in that moment, I realize how warped one's perspective can become.

posted by Adventures of a Girl @ 11:27 PM