A Girl Named Hanna

The day I met her changed my life. Whether it was for the best or for the worst, I don't know, but either way, Hanna changed me.
I was walking the park with my dog, Hobo, when I saw her. She was on a swing set, spinning around, looking bored and alone. I let Hobo of his leash to run around and walked over to the second swing, sitting down next to her. She managed to look up at me and smile. And that's when it all began. We had talked for hours, laughing and learning about each other until finally, I had to bring Hobo back home.
"She's great! Her name's Hanna with no H!" I had told my mom at the dinner table that night. She laughed at me and I smiled once again.


Days passed, months. And we finally decided that we were more than friends, that we loved each other. We always went back to that one swing set we met by, no matter what happend we always would. Every day. And her smile always lit the path for the rest of my day... that's one of the things I loved so much about her. The way she could always look on the bright side of any situation. As we sat on the swing one day, me sitting, her on my lap, we talked strongly about our feelings. "I really like you, Dex." She told me, "and I, you." I brushed her long black hair from her face and laid my hand on her cheek, smiling. I felt like this was something that would never end. That we would never stop loving each other, because if we did, a piece of me would be lost forever. Well, as we continued to speak and talk, she kissed me gently on the lips…I smiled and kissed gently backk.

 

Our first kiss.

But, as time went on, things changed, she came out less often, staying in her house and not calling me back. I was scared that she hated me, but I didn't know what I had done wrong. Even so, I would sit on that swing and spin around, hoping upon hope that Hanna would come out. One night I even snuck into her room. She was sleeping, her long black hair spilling over her pillow and her yellow night gown showing her beautifully tan skin…I slid inside through the window and stared at her, feeling tears spill out over my eyes. This was the girl I would never forget, who taught me to always look on the good side and eventually someone would find you. I had found her. But now I wondered if she wanted to be found. She was ignoring me and I hated it. I took a deep breath and bent over to kiss her lightly on the cheek. Then I left, wondering like I did so many times, if the girl named Hanna loved me.

The next day, I went to the park, and she was ther. she didn't look happy, though,  and she was kneeling over the swing, not sitting. As she turned and saw me, she ran away, as if putrified of seeing me…my heart sunk. She was avoiding me. No matter how hard I tried to stop them, my tears flowedendlessly, and splat onto the ground. Hobo wasn't with me, but at this time, I wished that my Ceagle (Cocker Spaniel and Beagle mix) was here with a comforting and slobby lick. As I looked at her running away, barefoot, sundress swaying in the wind, hair flowing with it, I so badly wanted to hold Hanna, ask her why she hated me and what I had done. But as I turned to the swing, there was a letter. It was in a blue and purple polka dotted envelope.

 

And it was addressed to me.

 

Hesitantly, I opened it and read it:


Dear Dex,

You will always be in my heart; I will never EVER forget you. You were the person that I will miss most. I'm sorry I haven't been coming to the Swing, but I've been busy. My mom, she just divorced my dad and is moving all the way to Seattle Washington. I have to go with her. I hate this more and more as I see you out my window, sitting on the swingset waiting for me. I can't bring myself to go there, bring myself to tell you in person. I love you, Dex. I never said that, but I need you to know that it's true. That you are in my heart, always. Dex, I know you're hating me for this, I know that you think I hate you, but I don't! I can't!
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you.
And yet, I will probably never see you again. Even the thought kills me, because I know we will both find someone new, and that we will forget each other. I guess what I'm trying to say is... Please, don't forget me. If this sounds selfish, then I want you to know that I will never forget you.


Your friend,
Hanna without and H




I would never forget this letter, I posted it in my room, and I went to that swing everyday, no matter what. I will never forget the girl named Hanna.

Author's Note

I know there are some grammar problems, don't think I'm not aware.
I want to know what you think of it. Please Review truthfully.

Reviews

[WriterMe]

Well, it was simple story, with a sad yet meaningful ending. I cant complain about the grammar mainly because i have issues with it myself. Over all i liked it. It was sweet and descriptive. =]