Quiet
He loves her in the most quiet of ways, never saying "I love you's", never doing grand gestures of love in public, like those she often saw in movies, with the girl holding a bouquet of flowers from the leading guy, or like those that her girlfriends' boyfriends do, publicly announcing their love on social media or being touchy feely in public. He never did those for her, but for some odd reason, his quiet love, that never ceases nor fades, still roars louder to her than the rest of the world begging for her attention.
((I am so sorry for my absence. Usually during the weekends I take refreshers as a way to keep from getting blocked, and from overstimulation. I do hope you don't mind. Oh, and I might want to put out a little pre-warning, Wednesday I am taking a class trip to the Fort Worth Museum to see an exhibition on Monet: The Early Years with my French class. I do plan to post a story before and after returning from it. Thank you :) - Aerwyna.))
