Meeting her at the end of her park row was a daily routine. Lexi had been there long before I purchased a seasonal spot at the park but she was one of the first people I really noticed. Going into the old town hall building, which had been abandoned many years prior, we talked about the deep things. Heading back into the park at late dusk her golden-blonde hair shimmered in the sun, sculpting her shoulders and directing the eye towards her lower back. Days gone by swimming in the lake, cuddling up by a campfire, and holding each other. Both still new to love, we knew we both wanted to take the next step eventually.
At troubled times in each of our houses when the summer passed until spring came, we talked on the phone and shared our deepest secrets. Sending pictures outlining our figures and drawing the other in. When her only sister left the family, heartbroken, she called me while I comforted her, myself hurting as I felt helpless. I wanted to give her the comfort of holding her in my arms. Being unable to reach each other physically for so long had only made us want to be together more.