I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart

 And she caught a twinkle in the corner of his eye. A smile playing lightly on his lips. As they talked, while they walked, in the wind of the winter cold. Its been quite some time since they've known one another, quite a while since she thinks this might be it, but its never felt this right before. Never this exhilarating to her soul.
     She talks like she never has. For she knows he understands that which she is trying to articulate and comprehends that which goes unspoken and needn't be told. Their laughter seems to ring together. Their shadows falling down to become one whole. Their eyes meet intermittently, while their hearts follow a path of their own.
     He is like the warm morning sunshine on the dew covered grass to her, the first wave of the ocean on the desiccated rocks. 
    She knows not what turn this wishfully mesmerizing tale is going to take, whether a Disney scene or into a closed end . But she knows this is the only way to go for her. For it is only here that her adrenaline rushes the way she likes it. Its only here that she is herself and not a metaphor.