"What's it like?"

"It's rough, but I love it. What about you?"

"I enjoy it, but it gets lonely."

"I can imagine. How do you deal with it?"

"Well, it's never really bugged me because I didn't ever have anyone to want and be with. I was lonely no matter what I did."

"Is it still like that?"

"Do you really need me to answer that?'

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have asked."

"Well. You already know the answer."

"But I want to hear you say it!"

"Fine. I have you. Happy?"

"Very. And you are too, I can see it all over your face."

"Hey!"

"What?"

"Stop!"

"Stop what?"

"Making me fall."

"What?"

"I've fallen so hard. My head hurts."

"What, on earth, are you talking about?"

"I've fallen so hard into this love for you, I'll be trapped forever."

Yup, I'm the one who got this place going. I was friendly to everyone. Everyone liked me. I played matchmaker. All the cutest couples in this town are thanks to yours truly. And, I'm happy. I love farming. I love my animals. My job, my house, my island. Nothing will ever change that. And for awhile, I thought that this was all I would love. All I would need. All I could ever want would be here, on this island whenever I needed it. But, of course, fate wouldn't let me rest. Every time I assume that I'm right,, the universe has to go out it's way to prove me wrong. The fate the universe condemned me to is not one ii would've ever chosen, but here, I am. In waiting.

That's right. I have to wait. I can't go out and get what I want whenever I want it. Nope, because he has a job. And he has to travel. He has to make a living and make me wait. The two days of the week that he is here is never exactly peaceful either. For the first two months I knew him, he would say very little and glare at me (and everyone else too). I really shouldn't have taken offense, but , no, people-pleasing me couldn't slide by with only being tolerable. No, he had to be my friend. So I became that. I talked to him, got to know him. And with time we became friends. I knew all of his ins and outs. His favorite food, easy, porridge. His favorite color, gray. Favorite possession, hat. I knew him and he knew me. And I fell.

In love, that is.

Fairly simple life. Traveling from island to island. City to city. Taking care of my business, getting by. People talked to me. Girls asked me out. And I always pushed them away, and they would learn to stop trying. And that's how it went. I did my business, they did theirs. Never did it mix. But there's always an exception. Something from going on my peaceful, solemn way. There was this girl. A farmer, nonetheless. And she wouldn't let herself be pushed away. So I stopped pushing.

And we grew close. She came to know me more than I had originally had myself. And I learned of her. Her love for her home. Her life. And eventually, me. Not to say I didn't have love. I loved traveling, wandering, never having to stare at the same place everyday of my life. I loved my animals, too. We have that in common, me and her. Animals.

And I want to be mad, that this plain, yet beautiful, dumb, yet brilliant, boring, yet fun girl, made me fall so hard. Who does she think she is tying me down to someplace?

Or more like, someone.

"So, how's life?"

"Good. You?"

"Always."

"Why is that?'

"Cause you're here."

"I always will be."

"Promise?'

"Promise."

"I love you."

"I know"

"…"

"What is it?"

"Are you sure you're fine with this?"

"Of course."

"But what about your travels?"

"I'll take you with me."

"But I have to stay here."

"Then here is where I'll stay."

"You're lying, you'll be leaving again tomorrow."

"True. But I'll still be here."

"You're being contradictory!"

"No, I'm not."

"But.."

"You'll be here, And you have me trapped, so even if it looks like I'm gone, you can find me."

"Where?"

"The barn."

"You're a joke."

"I love you, too."

"I know."