Counting Snowflakes This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

December 16, 2007
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When they were six, he was her Co-Captain. He would lie with her in the winter, counting snowflakes until they ran out of numbers, and then they would just watch. It was like falling up, he said once, like we’re falling into the sky. And they would close their eyes and pretend that they were floating into outer space, together. They were going to stay up there among the stars forever, and be the king and queen of the moon.

When they were ten, he was her Fearless Protector. He wielded a stick as a weapon and no armor, and when he fell, it was her turn. Together they fought off the evils and nasties, running around screaming as if the world was about to come crashing down on them. And as far as they were concerned, it just might.

When they were 13, he was her Mirror. He groused and shoved when they teased her about anything and everything. He told her she couldn’t help who she was; she was perfect in every single way, and what they said didn’t matter. He said, “Whenever you feel insecure, just look at me. I don’t think of you as anything less than perfect.” She knew he wasn’t lying.

When they were 16, he was her Savior. He held her hand as she waited for the date who never came, hour after hour. Afterward, he bought her waffles and they watched enough re-runs of “Grey’s Anatomy” for anybody’s lifetime.

When they were 19, he was her Pen Pal. They were oceans apart, connected by letters written in a foreign dialect that only they understood. He was studying in Prague, she was stuck in New York. His letters smelled of adventure, hers of home, and when they lingered in that place between sleep and waking, they could imagine that the missive was really the other. He could pretend he was home, she could think of all the adventures, but wherever they went, they were ­together.

When she was 22, he was Hers again. She ran to the airport gate on the verge of tears. It had been four years, but he was here. He was home. And when she saw him with his luggage and his smile and his eyes, he looked no different from the last time they had been here.

When she was 25, he was her Best Man. It may have been unorthodox, and he may have opposed the marriage, but he was there. He watched her walk down the aisle, and made a toast at the reception. He even stayed to clean up after everything was done.

When she was 28, he was her Repairman. He picked up the pieces left from a marriage that had never worked and put them back together. He sat with her in the divorce attorney’s office and helped pay when she couldn’t. And all the while, he never said a word about anything – just hugged her and told her it was going to be all right.

When she was 29, he was Father to a child that wasn’t his. He let her squeeze his hand until it should have broken, let her scream and curse her ex-husband for doing this to her. And when it was over and they handed her a small squirming bundle of blue, he cried with her.

When she was 32, he was her Wonderwall. Cold winter nights, he sat with her in her mother’s hospital room. Christmas lights and Santa Claus posters decorated the walls, the haunting beep of a heart monitor disrupting the silence. “Look out the window … it’s snowing, see? Count the snowflakes with me, would you? Would you please?” And so they tilted their heads back and counted until they ran out of numbers, and then they closed their eyes, and they were in space again.

When she was 35, and 40, and 60, and 90, he was her co-captain, her fearless protector, and her savior. Her pen pal, and hers again, and her best man, and her repairman. He was father to a child that wasn’t his, and he was her wonderwall.

But most of all – the only thing that really ended up mattering – he was her friend.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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Camomile_Addison said...
Jun. 14, 2015 at 1:11 am
Oh, they better have gotten married! Oh, such a wonderful love story. The whole time I was just shouting in my head, "Marry her, idiot!", then come to realize he had to go through the agony of watching her fall for another man, watching her marry him... oh... I cried. I kept mentally smashing my head against a brick wall, silently begging for an answer as to why he didn't just say he loved her, only to remember the infinite courage needed to do so. How risky it is to do so. How he... he just.. c... (more »)
Steph0804 said...
Jul. 20, 2011 at 11:20 am
What I love about this is that it isn't a typical love story; it's simply about two friends who, even though they didn't consider each other lovers, were so close to each other. LOve it!
Moonlight_Love13 said...
Jan. 4, 2011 at 10:55 pm
Awe this is a beautiful piece. I read it and by the end of the piece I was crying. It is absolutely beautiful! It really is like a true love story.
jmartins This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 31, 2010 at 6:39 pm


The only thing that would make it better? This turning into nonfiction. lol

splenda. said...
May 27, 2010 at 11:46 am
this was so great! if only guys like that really existed :(
ZadaRox101 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 12, 2010 at 1:49 pm
This is my absolute favorite fiction story I've read in TeenInk so far! It's AMAZING!!!!
Waterlogged said...
Feb. 20, 2010 at 7:58 pm
this was extremely good! keep writing
maki:p said...
Jan. 28, 2010 at 6:30 pm
Amazing. I absolutely loved it. Beutifully
lily1411 said...
Jan. 28, 2010 at 5:25 pm
This really is one of the best pieces I've read so far! Honestly, I think you could be the next *insert favorite author here*:)
Peanut:) said...
Jan. 2, 2010 at 3:53 pm
Simply beautiful in everyway. Keep it up, you'll go far
Soccergoalie7 said...
Dec. 9, 2009 at 8:07 pm
Amazingly beautiful story. It was a wonderful idea and extremely well written.
dreamer_believer said...
Nov. 8, 2009 at 1:02 pm
i have read this many times before, but this for sure is one of my very favorite pieces :) a lot of people can have a friendship like this, and you captured it in such a beautiful way....i can't get over how amazing this piece is :) LOVE IT!!
Jasmine G. said...
Sept. 21, 2009 at 5:17 pm
I read this to my mom, I explained it to her, but I couldn't make it sound as beautiful as you wrote it. So I read it to her. :D
This was a beautiful piece of work, you are truly talented. =)
dreamer_believer said...
Jun. 20, 2009 at 9:41 pm
wow! this is such an amazing piece of work. it made me want to cry! you are an amazing writer.
Chrissy L. said...
Jun. 9, 2009 at 12:25 am
This is absolutely gorgous. I'd give it six stars, but I can't.
BriarRose This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 29, 2009 at 1:29 am
This is sooooooooooo amazing; all of us need a co-captain sometimes
megan39 said...
May 1, 2009 at 2:57 pm
this was absolutley beautiful
Jessica T. said...
May 1, 2009 at 1:13 am
That is so awesome! And it's like a mirror reflecting real life - except with hope.
meghhannnxx said...
Apr. 23, 2009 at 8:53 pm
Wowww, that was really good.
Liz said...
Mar. 20, 2009 at 1:00 am
Beautiful... just lovely. I have to say this is my favorite story I've read so far
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