She stands in front of you, she is yours but you are scared to take a risk. She understands you and only wants you to understand her as herself. She lives to be for you and as you stand facing her on that hill that has taken you long to climb, the wind begins to blow. You are frightened that she will disappear with the wind, but the wind only ruffles her hair as the night falls all around. The stars glisten in her eyes and the winds carries a message that is unable to be spoken enough by words... "I love you... and I am yours."
June 9, 2012