I felt like writing this. Enjoy, but be warned that it is a little sad.
The trees swayed in silence, the world around me sung with movement. It was all beautiful, and I was watching it with my best friend. Times had changed, people had changed, but we forever stayed friends. Best friends. And you may ask who my best friend is. It's not Ferb, nor any of the fireside girls. It's Phineas Flynn. He's my best friend because we've been through so much together. We know eachother more than we even know ourselves, and I couldn't ask for any more.
But as I sit here with him, his arms wrapped around me and my raven hair flying into his face, I notice that things have become different. I realize that something has changed.
"Phineas?"
"Isabella?"
We stare at eachother, and the only thing we see is eachother. We continue breathing in and out, and we slowly close the gap between our lips. I wish we could've been there forever, but our friends Ferb and Blair were watching us with confused looks.
And that is how we realized that we loved eachother. We had for years, but all it took to get us together was a gentle breeze and a perfect moment. And as I sit at my husband's gravestone with my daughter, Marie and my grandson Leeroy, I come to look at that time as the best of my life. I have, and always will love Phineas Flynn.