@EtherealDreamer
dearest Ali Samul,
Ryen, oh god Ryen. This story is a little embarrassing, though I'll tell it to you anyway. Ryen was a friend I had when I was a child, his family lived in the house across from mine and one house to the left, we went to school together and much like me he was mixed raced as well, though purely human. His papa was European, or people with darker skin and more slim features, and longer noses and his mama was Puerto Rican, with curly hair and darker skin than most caucasian (white) people.
Ryen was quite beautiful I must say, his skin was a dark sandcastle color, his short hair was curly and fluffy, hanging over his eyes, causing him to have to push his bangs out of his eyes constantly. He was slim and taller than me, which wasn't much, considering I've always been shorter than most of the male's I know. He was different from most boys my age though.
He was constantly fighting other boy outside of school for me, and the way they treated me. So everytime he was with me the other kids, except the girls; who he couldn't lay a hand on, would stop making fun of me. He walked me everywhere, to school; where he would be waiting on our small wooden porch every morning, home from school, where he would see me inside my house, and everywhere else I went. He constantly took me on strolls through the woods, where we would express the beauty quietly, or sometimes even in silence.
He laid out with me some nights, on his back porch, where we would lay side by side, our hands touching for a few hot seconds every couple minutes, smiling to ourselves and admiring the bright stars of our village. I would say he was what one would call a first love, our first kiss sent sparks through my skin, like he was personified lightning. He gave me my first kiss and many kisses after that.
But like most sappy, love stories similar to mine, my own also had one thing in common with most; it came to an end at one point. After four summers of sneaking around together, pecking each other whenever we were at my house and my parents out in the garden, laying on his chest as we continued to admire the stars, like we had done for years.
I tried to persuade him to leave home with me, I tried to explain what it was like for me in the village; but alas he did not understand, claimed he didn't see it. I tried to express this was because they were scared of him— the other teenagers, but he denied it, said I was just being dramatic, that my parents loved me and I should stay. He explained he wasn't going with me, I would have to leave alone or stay and enjoy him like I had done most of my life. So I left, and with every ounce of confidence I owned I held my head high and never looked back, not until he was long gone.
That was a couple years ago now, we are both now the same age; twenty two. He is now married to a village girl who reminds me of my mother, but more beautiful and not as old. She used to mock me during school hours, i'm sure she makes fun of him for the time he spent with me, I wonder if he has told her that he was mine first, that I was his first hug other than his family, his first kiss and his first I love you. They have three bratty, beady eyed children and sometimes I create whirlwinds in the direction of their house just to mess things up a little.
But honestly other than thinking of him from time to time, I usually don't think of him at all. I've met this woman at the tavern I sit in almost every night, a tavern for evil people like me, the fuck ups. Her name is Starcilla! isn't that just so beautiful? She smiles as bright as the sun and moon combined and she seems more than glad to see me every night as well at the other low life hooligans that come to the tavern she bartends at. We constantly— well flirt I guess, but I've never expressed that I actually have feelings for her.
Is there anyone special; as in romantically, in your life Ali?
Cheerio is one of my favorite's, it's a british word with the same meaning as goodbye, but I like doing the accent that goes with it.
Sincerely, Geneviera Angelos <3