An old willow tree

She's in her late twenties, she's all grown up. Dark blonde with a hint of gold in her hair, perfect height and an average weight. There's nothing there for you, nothing special, not on the first glimpse. She doesn't even share anything with you, nothing in common, no point to bond.
-"I've never been there"
-"So let's go then! C'mon, don't be scared!" she said, with a big smile on her pretty face. You can't miss that smile, it makes your body stop for just a split second. You're just standing there eyes locked on the upper lip and the shiny piercing.
That's how their journey started, in the begining of a small pathway. They kept going and going, until they were too deep in the forest to go back. Soon the minutes turned into moments, and the surroundings into paintings.
-"Look! I found an old willow tree" she says with excitement.
-"I guess we both found something interesting today, love.."
The tree was hollow, like it was missing a big part of itself. So that made two of them.

They sat there for a while, enjoying the time, enjoying themselves, enjoying eachother. One of those special moments that can't and will not ever be replicated, but the memory remains. In the end, all we got is memories, and this was a good one.


Love,Just.