Let Go

As time passes and nameless faces become just that in my memory I wonder how I'm going to hold my life together. As a child I used to play in this one park where a girl whose name I could never forget danced to songs her grandmother would sing and she would ignore all the swings and other playthings and my friends and I would play tag and I would run by her just to watch her dance and I'd get tagged and have to pull myself away. And I remember that she used to giggle when I got close to her and her grandmother would talk to my mother and tell her how cute we looked together and were were only seven but I had to agree and that was the first time I saw a girl blush. And my friends made fun of me and we'd tackle each other and one day I came and she wasn't there and I thought I would never see her again. The park seemed less exciting, and sometimes I just didn't have fun because that girl in the yellow dress wasn't twirling on her toes and yes, I was young, but I knew there was something special about her. And then a year passed and I learned how to ride a bike and as I rode by that park on the way to my friends house a few blocks away with my mom in tow we stopped at the park because there she was. Her grandmother wasn't there but her mom was and she was still dancing to no music, at least none that I could hear, and she introduced me to her mom and her mom told my mom that we looked cute together and for the first time I ran around the park with someone other than my friends and we played tag with each other and later, while our moms talked she picked up a daisy and put it in my hand and told me she was a princess and that I was funny and I made some faces to make her laugh. We had to go and I never saw her again after that day and I don't know why but the last thing she did was kiss me on my cheek and my mom and her mom cooed and she ran off laughing. And now, I can't remember her name and I can't help but feeling sad because I don't.