Love Found.

And she kissed him on his soft-parched lips. It was so tender, a brush on a midnight stroke of light, and smooth, like a perfectly brewed latte. They have been wanting such moment to come that the world would stop churning and the season would come to a halt. He gently held her in strong arms. And they were kissing against the moon, which seemed to have forgotten that its light doesn't come from itself. Played at the backdrop of Shakespearean's CXVI, the intensity of a deep human emotion forecloses.

"So long have I waited for this moment," he lightly revealed quivering in the cold. "I always hoped for this, even dreamt about it many times. But I was afraid, too much afraid that once I say this that tiny little would would vanish away in thin air." Listening intently to him, she lightly loosened from his grip and relaxed her voice, "I prayed for this moment when you can hold me in your arms, when I can just be with you, when I can just be me and be with you." She was grasping his moist palm. Her voice started to break, "From the time I wake up to walk along the red bricked road, to the time I sip my coffee, until the light shuts itself, I have asked that you'd be given to me. I have loved you... even before you knew it."