The two stared at each other as they both shared the bench again at the National Park. It was about 3 PM on a Saturday. The sun was warm, but not too hot, shining over the two lovers. They were so enraptured with one another that they almost couldn't find the right words to say. It was the most romantic the two have felt in a while, and it really was just a silly mundane moment. And yet, Bugsy's brain was honed in on making sure his vocabulary could come through this time. This felt like such a special moment, and his brain was working overtime. That being said, it was hard to focus when staring at the love of your life giving you such a smitten look. But he blinked, and he finally began to speak.
"Whitney?"
"Yeah, Bugsy?" She replied with her expression unchanging.
"I remember for the longest time, I would wish I could… I dunno. Evolve. Evolve like how a Metapod or a Kakuna does. Become a better me, you know." For a second, he'd remember those moments where he yearned to be taller. Stronger. Smarter. Less reliant on others. Bugsy took in a deep inhale, and continued. "I remember whining, how I'd want to finally get the book at the top shelf without my net, or grow wings, or something, but… I guess becoming a Professor would be an evolution. But no."
He puts his hands on her's. He firmly gripped at her hand. The hairs of her neck stood on end.
"Falling in love with you was my evolution. And I'm never looking back."
Whitney looked at him as her smile began to change into an expression of shock. A growing pink blush would race from her cheek, across her nose, and to her other cheek. Her lips began to quiver. Suddenly, she threw herself onto him in a tight hug, smooching his forehead before letting her head rest on top of his shoulder. One hand would find itself buried in his purple forest of hair behind his skull. The other would be on his back after her arm was tightly wrapped around his midsection.
"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me…"
She was crying. Softly. Silently. Not at all like her usual loud whiney cries she'd make when losing a battle. This was an earnest cry from the heart for her, and even Bugsy knew that. As her tears dampened his shoulders, he just gently wrapped his arms around her in a hug. It didn't take long for Whitney to smooch him on his lips, the two tasting one another, before resting her forehead on his, and giving his cheek a rub. Even though her face was a little wet still, she was smiling as bright as a Sun Stone.
Sometimes, you just say the right thing.