A Monk's Love

She laughed loudly. The long, dark brown hair that was normally held up high by a magenta colored ribbon fell over her broad shoulders. He was so happy that he could make her laugh, could make her smile with just a little joke. To see her happy… It was as precious as water and breath to him.

Oh, he knew that he had fallen for her, her magenta eyes, her smile, her contagious laugh. Everything about her made his heart constrict and his breath quicken, but he was a disciple of Buddha and should not fall to the level of an ordinary man…

But he would for her.