Framing Michaela

June 10, 2009
By Dan Reji BRONZE, Holmdel, New Jersey
Dan Reji BRONZE, Holmdel, New Jersey
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December 20th

They say that once you lose everything you have, you can only lose yourself.

Michaela Adams was my best friend and the love of my life. I was engaged to her for three weeks when she was taken from me. I remember her gentle touch, the warmth of her smile, and the unforgettable feeling in my stomach every time her sweet lips touched mine.

Kayla and I met sophomore year at Gerald Ford High School in Rochester, Michigan. She used to have the locker right next to mine. We were always near each other; our last names came right after one another.

I fell in love with her right after junior year. I shared the most amazing two years of my life with Kayla. She changed my life, almost completely. Her beautiful soul turned my hurting heart into one that saw love, one that could feel what I’d never felt before.

To this day, I wish I could touch her. Just for one moment. To feel the blush of her cheeks, to run my hands down her cold arms like I always did by the river, or when I’d kiss her soft lips. When I’d wake up beside her, and in complete silence, we could be in the same world, me and her together.

She had the most gorgeous green eyes I’d ever seen. In fact, those were the first words I ever uttered to her. It was in a Graphic Arts class, ah, I remember everything about that day.

Our assignment was to photograph the most beautiful parts of our partner’s body. Now, of course, I had a couple buddies that took full advantage of this assignment, but I was paired up with Michaela.

She looked at me with a mysterious look, as if she was summing me up in just one glance. Kayla’s mysterious smile was one that I fell in love with, and I was always transfixed by how she could make me feel the way I did when I was with her. The more and more I tried forgetting about her, letting her go, the more and more I missed her.

Michaela Sophia Adams changed my life. She’s gone now, but her story, our story, is one I have to tell. I was madly and deeply in love with her when she was taken away from me on December 20th, 2007, but the time I spent with her, I realize now, was precious.

Now, to this day, I’ll never live the same as I did with Kayla.

This is her story.

The author's comments:
Written as the introduction to my novel, Framing Michaela.

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