Literature
I Remember
I remember the last time I saw her face.
Her beautiful hazel eyes, gorgeous long brown hair and a stunning smile that could warm anyone's heart. She was the one who always, no matter what, helped those in need. Those who were broken. She had a rare heart, especially when times were so hard. Her adorable, tinkling laugh echoed through my ears.
I remember when we held hands, went to the movies, went out to eat... Man, the way she ate was strangely cute.
The last time I saw her face.
I remember, it was when she crossed that street so she could wrap her arms around me in a "Welcome back!" hug. The traffic light, still colored green, and we we