He approached her cautiously, like a lion stalking prey, terrified that if he startled her she might up and run and not give him a chance to explain himself. Because he had a lot of explaining to do – a year's worth – and he knew that if he didn't say now, he never would.
He touched her shoulder and she turned round, and all at once he knew words were not enough. They fell back as he kissed her, and her hair turned that shade of bubblegum he so loved. They barely noticed how hard the bench was.
He sat down, running his fingers over the wood. Teddy shuffled around, trying to get comfortable, but found it impossible, until he noticed the plaque. He would return to this spot every time he needed reassurance that they were real, and it soon became his favourite bench.
That was life.
