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Presents For Kia: Adolescent Love
My Future
I walk to her granny’s carrying a single rose, a homemade card, and a perfume box filled with chocolates all tied together. As I turn the corner to her granny’s driveway, she is waiting under the carport.
My Life looks like a Pre Madonna beauty, who doesn’t appear to be turning 15. On the surface, at first blush, she could be mistaken for a 21-year-old.
However, as she skips into my personal space, only a 15-year-old could be so carefree and unassuming, yet to be jaded by heartache and pain.
My Air’s unguarded unpretentiousness of sweet love and vulnerability reveals her youth.
She smells of Passion which her tender kisses display.
“Hey, there my Romeo. What do you have in your hand?”
“Gifts for my birthday, girl.”
“Aww thank you.” She gives a peck on my check.
“I have a surprise.”
She takes my hand. I follow her to the back of her granny’s farmhouse through a narrow path. The moonlight helps to light up the dark path to the old barn.
“Baby, I’m scared,” I say.
“Just keep holding my hand.”
I help her with the barn door. She pulls a string and the barn lights up. There…
