Her Angel

He sat there, the lover, the soul mate watching her across the table in the library. He loved the way her hair fell in front of her face, as she bent her head down to write in her journal. "She's so beautiful," the lover thought to himself, "so cute how her rosy lips pucker as she thinks."

The school bell rang, and it startled him. But the girl, deep in thought, took no notice of the kids milling around her, prancing off to the exit. Stalling, he got out of his chair and waited for the library to clear. As soon as it did, he walked up, his shoes whispering on the floor with each step he took, and reached to brush her hair. He leaned down and kissed her hair, right above her ear.

"I love you." He whispered. Joy filled up inside him in a kaleidoscope of colors. She dropped her pencil, parted her lips and gasped a shrill gasp. Tears welled in her eyes.

She turned around.

"I love you, my angel."