Born into a family of blondes, she stood, proud and straight against a hand-drawn measuring stick on the wall. Chestnut ringlets danced about a face punctuated by chocolate brown eyes mirroring the mischievousness in her smile.
I fell in love at first sight.
I was an adult before I realized how alike we were; how her path had intersected mine too many times, and how those shared experiences had built a bond of belonging.
She was rebellious.
She liked bad boys.
She led with her heart.
Life, age, children, and too many days spent on uncharted waters brought both us to shore, in different places.
And, I miss her.
© Copyright 2007-2008 Stacye Carroll
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