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Summer Bliss Dedicated to Paul Submitted by Anonymous Many people believe in miracles and only hope that something amazing or unbelievable will occur to them. Then there are people who argue that fate is the only true thing that prompts each and every life changing event. Fate does not happen by chance but is merely blind, inescapable, and inscrutable. There are others of faith who say one's life is determined by a higher power greater than fate itself. Everyone experiences a significant occurrence in their life that either deals with love or friendship, or both. One event that never escapes the prison of my mind is this past summer in Hawaiiwhen I crossed paths with this amazing guy and fell head over heels. It is only what I yearn for; the comfort of someone when I hug them, the friendship of someone that I can share my deepest darkest secrets with, and the love from someone that makes me inseparable from their presence. It is here, in the glow from a single lit candle holding the scent of a midsummer night‘s breeze, that I separate myself from the world around me and allow my emotions to escape. Staring into the oval shaped mirror, I gently brush my golden locks, recalling when my blue eyes were vibrant and sparkly, and my face had a luminous glow to it. I stroll to my nightstand and gaze into the photograph that has started an unforgettable journey with someone I was content with. Immediately, there was a smile upon my face that I have been endlessly searching for. The somewhat bent photograph revealed my dewy, rose colored lips, and a boy that I allowed myself to open up to, a boy I could trust. We were hand in hand and appeared to be meant for each other. No one could tell us otherwise. One would think that night after night of seeing the same picture would make it turn into only that, a picture. Every time I gaze into this square paper, my mind and heart is drawn into it as if it were happening all over again. Not knowingly, I fell into the time the picture was taken. It was a gorgeous summer day and the sun was forever shining. The sky was painted blue with traces of clouds only to remind everyone that it was not, in fact, a canvas, but a true day. Birds blissfully flew overhead and the breeze was just enough to send the smell of the lake water towards the porch of our lake house. Although on most other days, families gathered outside to fish, boat, or have a barbecue, the day seemed meant just for Paul and I. It was us and the melody of birds chirping and the sounds of waves splashing up against the sea wall. There was no special occasion, but the plan for the day was to sunbathe, listen to music, and take a quiet boat ride on the ocean's waves. It was our midsummer vacation and we were having a blast, not wasting any minute of it. The thought of us being separated did not phase me until the week before we were scheduled to depart and head back home. My heart truly felt empty just knowing that in merely five days, I would perhaps no longer see Paul again. I made it necessary that on the rest of the days, we would be with each other and talk about our relationship. As we walked down the deserted beach, the water lightly grazed our bare feet. Hand in hand we headed to the nearby restaurant and ordered drinks and discussed the days to come in specific detail. We fantasized about what next years' summer vacation would bring and he promised to call me at whatever opportunity he could get. We finished our drinks and strolled the beach back towards the house. I stared deep into him, so deep in fact that I trembled from the inside out. My heart began to beat fast, like it always did when I was with him, but this time it was different. He ran his fingers through my windblown, sun streaked hair, and it was there that he professed his deepest feelings for me. "When I see you again, I will first touch your face and kiss your lips. I will then have to suck in the smell of your hair. Until then, take this picture of us, and remember me every night. Please use it to remind yourself that I will be back. Nothing will keep us apart". He slid the picture into the pocket of my jacket and placed his lips to mine for the sweetest, softest embrace that lasted for what seemed like hours. Back to grim reality, where one can only find a true soul mate in fairy tales. Nobody lives the life of Cinderella, but can only dream of it. I fall onto my bed and know it is time to depart into my amazing world of dreams for the night. I never feel Paul's touch in my dreams, but one day I know I will. I carefully place the only photograph of us under my silk pillowcase with burning desire, as if a child was awaiting money from the tooth fairy. My eyes begin to close and I fall under the control of my own thoughts. I am left at a halt on this winding road in my life. So here I ask again, will fate or a miracle bring us back together? I am left pondering whether I will be so lucky to see his face, run my fingers through his hair, or smell the sweet scent of his cologne again. Whether our paths will cross again one day, the memories will never be forgotten, but cherished and kept close to my heart. I have learned from each life changing event, a lesson about the true meanings of life, love, and the power of true friendship.
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