The Love Trail
By Mayra, age 17, California
Sweet Designs Featured Writer
Love is the closest thing we have to magic...
The morning of Valentine's Day I felt butterflies in my stomach, the type of feeling you get when he grabs you by your waist and plunges his lips to kiss you. I was going to have a normal v-day for the first time in my life. So normal that I would be spending the whole day with the one I loved. He was very punctual, always making sure time wouldn't prevent us from spending one minute apart from each other. At 7:00 am we walked down to school, both mesmerized, content, passionate, and in love. His eyes gleamed back at mine, almost like if he were telling me "I love you". There wasn't any need for words, for his eyes said it all. His actions spoke louder than his words. Our hands were gripped tightly, and the way we walked seemed as if we were leaving our mark behind, a mark that signified the love, trust, and loyalty we had for one another.
While many couples celebrated with flowers, balloons, and teddy bears, he and I celebrated with one another. We didn't need gifts to prove what we felt, or even show how strong our love was. We only needed each other, because together we made one soul, one person, one everything.
Throughout the day, we turned heads around, made people say "Awwww", and made others feel envy. You didn't need to know who we were, because at that moment this didn't even matter. You could have observed us, and known right from the start that we were in love, that we were soulmates.
What we had was so real, so pure, so honest ... so magical.
When we walked back to my place we talked, laughed, and kissed. As he took a seat I pulled out the gift I had prepared for him. I knew that if I would buy him a gift, it had to be something simple, something to express eternity - always and forever. That's just what I gave him ... simplicity.
He opened the red bag with such curiosity. His smile was sincere, bright, and breathtaking. As he reached inside the bag, he slowly pulled out the 8 by 10 frame holding our picture. His eyes were quickly drawn to that beautiful sight, the two of us engraved in that piece of paper. He didn't say anything, but only smiled and reached up to kiss me. From that reaction, I knew that I had given him the perfect gift and made a wonderful Valentine's Day. "I love you", he said. And that's all I wanted to hear, those 3 simple words, holding such a strong meaning.
Ringgggggggggg! It was 6:30 am, and it was now February 14, 2007. I woke up grumpy, trying to hit the snooze button. As I managed to look over at the time, I realized that it had all been a dream and only a dream. Gosh, it felt so real ...
I showered, got dressed, and went to school. I watched the couples strolling by and remembered that I was once in that position. That I too had experienced love, that I had left that mark behind.
When the sun faded into the night sky, I followed that trail back home, the same trail I had walked on two years ago.
Happy Valentine's Day