My lover is slim and lean, a tall woman with tan skin. Her eyes a deep chocolate, sprinkled with gold. Her hair was as deep as her eyes; it’s fairly long and wavy. Her smile, laced with dusty pink lips. Today she wore a deep blue blouse with white bell bottom leggings; a common pairing for her. Her brown belt was studded with silver buttons, shining in the sunset.

The sun cast an array of purples to pinks across the sky; clouds looking translucent against the horizon. The clearing we sat in on this hill has tall trees that never brown. The grass a dirty green, sprinkled with tulips and daisies of all colors. I picked a boquet of them.

Our picnic blanket is now old; we use it for every sunset date. The reds and whites are faded with joy and love. Grass stains from the hill fade into the fabric. It was always well loved.

Our hands cross each others and our fingers intertwine. Her hands are soft against mine, a feeling that gives me butterflies. Her palms a soft silk and her fingers a satin. I blush a pink.

I turn to look into her eyes, my deep forest against her soft dirt. I get lost in her beauty. Her soft face lulling me to calmness as her smile grows larger. Oh how I love my lover. The sky as beautiful as my heart and love for her.

My cool hands slowly drift to her face, cupping her warm cheeks. Both ours shift a deep rose as we embrace each others lips; soft and still. My deep red against her dusty pink, melting into a sea of reds.

The sun starts go under the hill, dusk is awaiting. Stars can be seen through the curtains of the clouds and light sky colors turn deeper. Trees and grass cooling with the breeze of night.

With the last bit of sunlight I stare into my lovers eyes and realize there’s something wrong. Her eyes, supposed to be a deep brown, are now a hazel type. Flecked with green and gold. A change I’ve never seen before.

That’s not Andrea.