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she breaks the silence between them with the clear crisp sound of her favorite song echoing over the hills through the speakers of his ipod, and as the sound fills up every corner of the previously empty space between them and the horizon she smiles to her self as her lips move without being told to shape the words she knows so well. and she's compleatly unsure if it is the comfort of the notes, or if its his hand secretly grabing and residing in hers that makes her feel as if the world will never hurt her again. but either way she knows that if not for eternity at least for the moment she is happy enough with everything she has.
he walks down the path stepping in 'sync with her every breath. and he listens to the wind coarse through her hair, unsure of the thoughts running through his or her head. and then as the music from the ipod begans to fill his head he listens, and its beauty coarses through his ears, soul, and veins, and he watches as she smiles to herself between lyrical lines as he, without certainty or faith secretly captures her hand in his and walks without doubt of the future into the sunset, hoping that the beauty striding beside him hears without words that he is happy with her, and feels without touch that he is loving her.
and as the two love sick children walk down the path i watch as they fall togeather into a set coarse, only inturpted by small intervals of hills and dips and turns. and although they speak not a word and they dont touch or look at one another the silence is golden and only builds the relationship that they are beginning to share. and i watch as they look off into the distance and see as i once did their very own future laying down before them. and it is in this moment that she shares with him the sounds of her happiness and as the two walk off into the sunset listening to that song as picture perfect as a storybook ending he grabs her hand and both are aware of their happy ending.
he walks down the path stepping in 'sync with her every breath. and he listens to the wind coarse through her hair, unsure of the thoughts running through his or her head. and then as the music from the ipod begans to fill his head he listens, and its beauty coarses through his ears, soul, and veins, and he watches as she smiles to herself between lyrical lines as he, without certainty or faith secretly captures her hand in his and walks without doubt of the future into the sunset, hoping that the beauty striding beside him hears without words that he is happy with her, and feels without touch that he is loving her.
and as the two love sick children walk down the path i watch as they fall togeather into a set coarse, only inturpted by small intervals of hills and dips and turns. and although they speak not a word and they dont touch or look at one another the silence is golden and only builds the relationship that they are beginning to share. and i watch as they look off into the distance and see as i once did their very own future laying down before them. and it is in this moment that she shares with him the sounds of her happiness and as the two walk off into the sunset listening to that song as picture perfect as a storybook ending he grabs her hand and both are aware of their happy ending.