My girl.

My girl would never have done something like this.
She would never have paraded around the neighbourhood in those clothes, inviting all the boys to look at her- making a spectacle of herself.
I’d never have let her.
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This one looked so much like her. Had she had those shoes as well?
Yes.
I bought them for her when she’s turned 16.
My girl.
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“So, where do you live?”
“This is a fancy neighbourhood. What does a guy like you need to do this for? You seem like a catch!”
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The same curly black hair.
The same long eyelashes- like in one of those advertisements for make-up.
The same eyes- looking up at me trustingly…
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“Don’t worry about it! But I’ll still need…Oh, yes, I see it. Thanks.”
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The same eyes- looking up at me trustingly.
My sweet, innocent little girl.
I’d never have let any harm come to her.
She was all mine, to hold.
Her long arms, entwined around my neck as we danced that night.
Her laugh, as I told her exactly what I’d planned for her- a life with me.
We’d be each others’ friends forever.
We’d never, ever need anyone else.
Her lips- slightly moist, quivering ever so slightly, inviting.
Her voice- with its many moods.
Her clothes- still in her room, smelling of freshly cut flowers- smelling of her.
Refreshing, young.
My girl.
Forever.
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~ by cranialrumblings on February 9, 2011.