The Summer Girl

April 25, 2009
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It seemed Aliya was floating, not walking, away into the tall grass. Her white dress waved in the light breeze. It was hot outside, and I was glad Aliya wore her straw sun hat to protect her pretty face and her charming smile.

It was spring, and we had decided to leave for a trip to the countryside. It was strangely quiet here, much unlike the city with its loud boisterousness. How annoying and earsplitting it became!

I paused at a breeze that passed by. How long had Aliya and I been together? A couple years, at most. Ever since I met Aliya, I knew I had met the most beautiful woman in the world. Physically, yes, of course, with her bright eyes, her red lips, and the way her every move was a delicate one; but there was something beautiful within her as well.

Aliya found happiness in the simplest things. She could make the most stoic souls smile. And whenever I accidentally messed up, Aliya shushed my thousands of apologies and just held me close.

For years I have tried to find a rule, some kind of rubric to Beauty. I think I have found it after meeting Aliya.

I climbed down the steps of the white porch, ran up to Aliya, and pulled her into a deep kiss. Aliya gave a whimper of surprise and pulled away.

“Hi!” she exclaimed, “What was that for?”

“One may not talk to a truly beautiful woman, for her beauty strips one bare of all words which may be used,” I explained. I leaned in close and whispered, “Instead, one may only kiss her.”

Aliya’s eyes softened and a small smile bloomed on her face. “Oh, love. Then I’ll shut up, too.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

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Jaquie This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 10, 2009 at 5:37 pm
This is so sweet! I love it. Esspecialy the last paragraph. The words you used made it so... Gorgeous! I love it. Keep up the good work.
God bless,
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