Ahh Well

I once wrote a birthday story for a girl I cared a great deal about, she had sun blonde hair and a smile that made your knee’s go weak. The story was about a small pile of golden flakes and the magic that they held. Just sprinkling the flakes in your hair would enable you to skip through clouds and travel to far off lands. Almost everyone I have met would love to be able to fly, and you can if you meet the right person. The problem is when you meet the right person but at the wrong time. It happened to me and though the outcome was sad, for a time we flew and played in the sky.