Autumndreams

Oh hi. This is my first story, and according to me, it's crap, but you think what you want :) it's only a one-shot, cannot figure out any way to continue this story anyway soo x) See it as you like. If you like it, please review, and if you don't like it, I still wouldn't mind reviews telling what's wrong with it as long as you do go down too hard on me XD
And if you think my english is strange, it's not my native language :) I'm still trying to learn a lot though ^____^

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I met you in the autumn. It was a cold day, but the sun was shining, and children were playing in playgrounds. Some leaves danced through the air as the wind blew past me.

That was when I was you. You were sitting on a bench. The brown silky hair falling in your face, but a little smile visible on your face. You were feeding the doves with breadcrumps, and the birds were jumping around trying to get everything just for themselves.

I walked towards you, and sat down.

‘Greedy little things, aren’t they?’ I asked.

You looked at me. First you look surprised. Then you smiled. A broad smile that seemed to split yor face in two parts, but you looked so happy.

I was happy.

But I had to go, that’s how it is. Isn’t it kinda sad?

The winter came. Every day I would walk to that park where I first saw you. But you were never there, at least not when I was.

I felt sad.

But I guessed we weren’t destinied to meet, so I dropped it.

The winter went on, and so did the cold. I never thought a winter would be this bad, but it was. Nobody walked out of their houses willingly, and if anyone did, I promise, they weren’t out for long.

When the spring came it was like a scream. Anyone loved the sunshine that shone through the windows in the morning and made the long-lasting snow that had fighted to survive to melt.

Everyone was happy.

But not me.

Never me.

I was thinking about one thing; you. Would I ever see you again?

One day in the park I saw you again. And again you were feeding the doves. Oh my god, my heart almost stopped at the sight of you. Your hair had gotten longer, and it was darker. Like the sun hadn’t showered your hair in sunshine much enough yet. And still the doves were jumping ‘round your feet like crazy.

I sat down beside you. You turned aside and watched me. A smile visible. Those doves seemed to make you happy in some kind of way.

‘They’re still greedy.’ I said. And you laughed.

Were we supposed to meet?

This time you were the one leaving. It was sad.

And when you’d left, I remember, I never got your name.

This was driving me crazy.

As the summer came, I was tensed. I woke up every morning all by myself with an ache in my chest that didn’t want to go away. And when I thought about you, it got even stronger, even deeper.

I didn’t understand myself anymore, neither did anyone I knew.

Some months passed by, and without knowing, it was in the middle of october once again. Never did I think a year could go so fast without even noticing, yet so slow.

There was a day, when I saw you. But it wasn’t in the park.

I ran after you, but then, I lost you. I thought the my chest would break into pieces.

Seriously.

A week later I saw an old lady selling bread on a stair. She sat there all alone and sold the bread. It was probably not a good bread to eat for myself, I saw it right away. But I could feed the doves with it.

So I sat there, on your bench. But you weren’t there. Not that I was surprised.

The doves still fought about the breadcramps.

“Stupid birds..” I thought.

I heard steps. Someone approached me.

‘Greedy little things, aren’t they?’

It was you.

You smiled.

I smiled.

You are happy.

I am happy.