The Sunset of John

I stayed awake long enough to see the sunrise this morning. I realised that when the dark blue sky was gone, my mind had replaces that thought of blue by the caring blue in his eyes. A peaceful smile came about my face when i saw that i was thinking about him. I sat on my bed staring at the newly risen sun and remembered that i learned his name was John. John was a perfect name for a perfect boy. He was older, shyer and taller. I longed for  us to have a common ground. I just needed one reason to talk to him so we could break out of the idle, 'fourth-grade-crush' stage that we were in. We made eye contact. A piercing stare of blue that others would see as hollow and only i could see as filling. He was, temporarily, my oxygen. As we ended our stare, i felt a shortness of breath. It was just as if i had gone flat line. The sun beamed it's rays through the brisk fall day. No snow on the ground but it was getting there. I fell asleep and dreamed of him. I woke up smiling and i felt just as happy as if he'd been there.1

When my heart finally came out of my thoughts, i noticed the sun was beginning to set. I had had the perfect day. I thought about my shy, blue-eyes from early morn to the time the sun's beams were long gone. The love rose up and the sun set with John.2