there's this thing called love and we all strive most of our lives to find it. and soetimes we watch it pass right in front of us and do nothing about it. sometimes we reach for it and just miss it. sometimes it's been there the whole time but you couldn't recognize it. and standing here with all these different roads to travel yet in this insignificant life of mine, i wonder what will happen to me on the road to love. is he traveling right beside me and all i have to do to find him is look to the right? is he my best friend who's holding my hand through it all? or do i not know him yet? will i meet him somewhere ahead on this crazy road?
only this i know, no one has the same road except him and i.

He looked up to the sky, his hands in fists in his pockets, his eyes watering softly, slowly, passionately. The sky grew orange in his eyes and she watched as his lips moved enveloping her in a story about his past. Letting her know every sin of his heart, every joy of his heart, every moment of his life. And she listened intently as his eyes lit up and as his eyes darkened, seeking through the pathways of time, translating every memory into a story of passion, heroism, Love, anger, regret. She saw that this was draining him and smiled to know that he was truly sharing everything. Opening himself up fully to her. He trusted her. She'd strived so long to be trusted by this man and this man alone. Because she loved him and wanted every part of him, of his mind, of his body, of his soul. And now he gave these things to her and regretted nothing.

(this is a little story i wrote.... or as my friend Rafe calls it; A Moment.)