I fear to breathe, as if I might stir the environment a bit too much. I realize, in this moment, that I have found something so precious, something I will cherish dearly within my heart. How could a boy have such an effect on a girl? Time is the only delicate factor surrounding us, so I don’t give it much thought. Not that I could. He fills my mind with color and contour and my mind tries to sculpt his face into the depths of my memory, though the longer I look at him, the more I notice. He’s familiar but has so much more for me to learn, that I am eager to learn. I hear his voice as he sits quietly I see his eyes as they remain closed We’re warm and our hands feel they have finally found the place they belong They were made to find each other All of the moments We find ourselves near I touch him so lightly, when I feel it hard to believe I am allowed such a thing. My love, the love I hold, is not delicate, but precious as he is to me.