Wind
She was quiet. So, so…quiet. He was loud and brash. It was cliché, really. Everyone new they were meant to be, they just didn't know how it was going to happen.
When they got older, she was still just as quiet, but instead of being nervous and second guessing herself, she was calm and decisive.
When they got older, he was still exited by the smallest things, but he learned that being sophisticated has the most benefits.
When she finally decided to tell him, she sunk back into her former self. But, some things can't be helped. She put on her bravest face and approached him.
When he finally decided to tell her, he sat by himself, thinking over what to say. It was almost silly, how such a person could affect him so. She wasn't judgmental in the least, so why did he have to worry so much about what she would think of him?
She tapped him gently on the shoulder. He turned. Slowly, they both opened their mouths. How could this be so hard? they both thought.
Suddenly, words were useless. Everything just seemed so right. Leaves shimmied around on the ground while branches swayed slowly, each being propelled by the wind that said, "I love you."
