The stream rolled by, bubbling over the pebbles. A soft, warm breeze brushed the wisps of hair around her face.
She took a deep breath and looked at me. “What are you looking at?” She said with a giggle. “You,” I answered simply, “just you.”
She smiled and continued to look at the passing water by us. The leaves of the magnolia tree above us rustled softly, each stem swaying.
I leaned toward her and rested a kiss on her cheek. She blushed and stared at me. “W-why?” “Because I love you.”
She smiled and held my face with both of her gentle hands. She kissed me, so softly, it felt like her lips merely brushed mine. “Spending time with you is my favorite hobby.” She whispered. That was her way of saying she loved me too. I knew she did, but my confession was long overdue.
She let go of my face and turned her back to lean against me. “Isn’t this nice?” She asked. “What?” “Together, here, resting by a gentle stream under the silence of the magnolia tree? Isn’t it tranquil?”
“Yes, yes it is.”