Off on my own

As I stepped off the plane my heart leapt out of my chest with excitement. I was finally going back to the place I felt at home at, Washington D.C. I had been going to D.C every summer for NSLC a camp where I felt that I could truly express myself my thoughts and feelings without being judged. The strangers that I hardly knew anything about soon became like a second family.

As I walked down the long, drawn out, airport terminal all the signs brought back memories of walking through the memorials in awe. Watching as the sun beamed onto the murky, polluted water of the Platomic and watching it change from a dump into a beautiful piece of art. When I arrived at the baggage claim I felt as if I had been punched in the stomach. My breath had been taken right out of me. As I glazed upon her long red locks of hair, her endless legs and her body curving into the shape of an hourglass. I said to myself she is gorgeous. As I stumbled to say something, she introduced herself and I was hooked.

The camp was two weeks long and a couple days into it I knew that she was the one that i wanted to be with. Her personality was just as beautiful as she was, she made me laugh and smile. She made me ponder things that I had never thought of before, things such as whether I was leading the right life. One day as we walked through the hall together she asked what days I had a free period. I knew what she wanted, but not want to give anything away and jump the gun. Before I could finish my sentence her face lit up with excitement and I could here it in her voice. Like a child at Christmas ready to open presents she responded "Me too, so do you want to hang out while all the other groups are in T.A.?" My answer was obvious by the stupid grin that was stuck on my face. I tried to play it off like my main man Fonzi by acting cool, trying to sound a little disinterested I said, "Heeeeyyy (Fonzi voice) that sounds like fun."

The day came, I met her in the lobby and she took my hand and said, "I found the most gorgeous garden in the middle of campus. Come on let's go!" I followed with the same stupid in grin on my face as before. We walked in to what looked like the Garden of Eden with tulips, roses, tall tree, and topiary bushes. We found a bench and talked for what seemed like days letting out some of our most trusted secrets and stories. Then mid sentence i stop and said, "I'm sorry i just have to," and leaned in for the best kiss of my young life. The second that our lips touch my world started to spin and it felt like the bench was soaring through the clouds. It felt like a life time, but also no time at all. When the moment ended she smiled and said, "What took you so long?" I laughed and stared into her eyes, I had fallen in love.

As the camp went on our love innertwined and grew, we watched the sunset over the water from the Jefferson memorial and walked through the mall hand in hand talking about nothing as we watched the squirrels play tag. She was truly amazing, but sadly everyday seemed to go into fast forword until that dreadful, inevitable day came, the day we had to leave. We sat on the same bench all morning as I tried not to think about the fact that in a few hours I would be thousands of miles away from the girl would now held my heart. My bus was scheduled to leave first and so I went upstairs packed my things and checked out. When the bus pulled up I had to struggle to let go of her hand and end what appeared to be our finally kiss for maybe years. I eventually was able to let go and got on the bus. After that everything was a blur until I was on the plane. I placed my ear phones on my head in an attempt to drown out the sorrow. Music by Jason Mraz came on and all I could think of is that if we were to die that very moment I would die happy because I now knew love.

Sadly the distance proved too much for us and we ended our relationship after two and half years, she could not agree with many of my ambitions and hated many of my habits. Until one day I broke down and went for a walk by the water and told her that she will always hold my heart and that I offer back hers so that she can go and give it to a man who deserves it and is better grounded. She took back and I have no idea who holds her heart now, but I still know how holds mine, the beautiful redhead from summer camp and my love for her will live on through poetry and every song I sing.

Added my own little snazzy wordage to it

tino