Just Listen
Preface
She laid there, the sun kissing her petite frame, on the exact same spot they had first met. Her silken brown hair fanned out around her like a halo, softly framing her delicate features. Her small hands rest upon her stomach, her long legs slightly curled underneath her. She was wearing dark colored jeans and a blue blouse – his favorite – covered by a thin grey colored sweater.
His ear buds snuggly fitted in her ears, the long wire connected to his scratchy IPod to her left. A tiny breathtaking smile – with the power to break even the coldest of person, including him – rest upon her face. It takes him a few second to realize that the smile is… Content. Overjoyed, even.
That girl – woman- was unlike any other. So strong but yet fragile. Determined and shy. Beautiful and modest. A thousand adjectives ran through his head- all positive. He was certain there were absolutely no negatives - yet none fitted. No word, gesture or picture for that matter could ever begin to really describe what she was. Who she was.
But, again, he could only try. If there was one sentence, which came even close to describe his silly girl, it was the most obvious.
She was Isabella.
He was Edward.
And this was their story.