James Sullivan is truly amazing. He's the one person I have met that has changed the beauty of my surroundings. Like my father, he was built strong, tall and sturdy, but he has a kind soul. He has blonde hair and shimmering blue eyes, as deep as the ocean itself, that pierce your soul and look straight through you.

Whenever I look into James Sullivan's eyes, I see the ocean. I see the crystal clear water washing up against the shore and crashing against large rocks in the water. When I look into his eyes, I see peace, which is something that I could never find anywhere else.

We met by accident, bumping into each other at the market. It was a bright sunny day, and I was carrying wrapped bread in a basket while he carried a pumpkin.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" James exclaimed, as he rushed to separate my bread from his scattered pumpkin pieces.

"No, no, it's my fault," I told him. As I went to pick up the pieces of his orange, fresh pumpkin, our hands met. We looked up and into each other's eyes. His eyes glistened in the sun. He looked at me with so much compassion that I could barely stand up, so he helped me.

"I'm James Sullivan," he told he, his hand on my arm.

"Rose Hamilton," I said, not taking my eyes off of his for even a moment.

"It's nice to meet you, Rose," James said, smiling. The way he said my name felt as if I'd left the earth plane and began to fly. It made my heart melt to look at this boy and instantly fall in love. "You're seventeen, right?"

"Yeah," I said, smiling at him. I couldn't help but gaze into his eyes, which bore into mine. I was amazed at such natural beauty.

"I am, too, but your sister, Anneliese is in my math class," James told me.

"Is she?" I asked. "She's a very intelligent girl. She may have been deprived of her hearing, but she never gives up on anything." James nodded, listening closely to everything I had to say.

"I understand her, your sister. I had a brother who had the same issue," he said.

"What happened to him?" I asked. James's smile dropped, though he never lost eye contact with me.

"He drowned in a lake," he said in a distant tone. I covered my mouth with my free hand.

"Oh, goodness. I'm so sorry," I said.

"No, no, it's all right," James said, smiling at me again. "It was his time, God decided. My brother is up there right now looking down upon our home and our family, watching over and making sure that we remain safe." I smiled at this statement and lowered my hand.

"That's a wonderful way to look at things, James," I said. "Well, I uh… I must be going now. Once again, I apologize for causing you to drop your pumpkin."

"No, Rose, it's not your fault, it's mine. And we have plenty more at home," James said, and I giggled before walking away. "I hope to see you again!" I turned to him and smiled.

"I promise you will," I called, and turned back around, heading home. I've never felt this way about a boy before, and all that sped through my mind were the images of James. Is it possible for me to fall in love?

I thought of this as I passed the field of summer roses. My mother grew up in the home we live in and has been coming to this field for years. A field of glorious pink blowing in the wind. I could never ask for a more beautiful sight. As I passed, I saw one summer rose beginning to lose its petals.