His only want was to be with her. His only true desire was to become the only one within her memory. Her eyes sparkled under the dazzling sky as they walked on the cold, firm ground. They were alone. No distractions, no people to complicate. There was only her and the light complexion she embraced religiously.
She was a faithful women. A swan graced by the waters that held her up. She was a thoughtful women. Able to heal any broken heart with the bounce of her soul. This was why he couldn't see himself apart of her life. He was selfish and tempted. In his eyes, she deserved someone better. Someone as beautiful and as marvelous as she was. He was afraid that if he stole her heart, that he would crush it. It was not his intention to. It was just that he saw her as a saint. The most angelic of angels. The most graceful of the swans. The one women in his life who was not scratched nor broken. She was perfect and he didn't want to be responsible for the death of that perfection.
They both kept walking under the brisk sky, but the warmth upon her cheeks confused the seasons. He grabbed her arm firmly and spoke.
"Why me? Why did you pick me?"
The deep waters of her eyes focused as she smiled her defiant smile.
"Because, even though you constantly fight battles of your own, you put them on hold to help me fight mine. And that, my darling, is perfection to me. Your soul may be rigid and firm, but if a rock was as soft as a pillow, then I wouldn't have needed you as much as I do now." She said within one passionate breath.