Of passing storms

Their hearts fluttered as one, flitted about like tiny, colorful insects twisting and turning at night time. Her big, dark brown eyes shone with those extraordinarily sudden flashes of brightness, flickered and glowed as they waited for Mike to take the stage. It must have really been some moment; some moment while a storm raged outside, inside and just about everywhere. Soul mates are sometimes born in such moments, moments of lull, of extraordinary peace, of happiness in the hard hitting rain. The unsaid appeared too, as patches, as pock marks of an unfinished painting job, out of nowhere and repeatedly asked the same weighty yet flippant questions, over and over. Could he have repeated his exact same proposal asking her to be with him? Would she have said yes this time around? He definitely saw the glimmers of hope and happiness with this girl. She was clearly seeing it too. She was definitely not blind. But, had she not had enough of these charades, enough of a determined unwillingness to listen to her own heart? His problem was this- see as far as he did, he did not dare take her all the way to what he saw. He did not have an option but to lead her only as far as he should; he could not venture further. It was not a time to have his way and thereby transgress on her individual choice. His word was definitely not the law of the land. Besides, love like all else, is decidedly reciprocal. He could and he would fight for her, but only if she stepped forward, realized his worth, gave herself up and not tried to run away; not tried to push him to the back of her head and hope to forget it all; tried to forget that they even existed. She just needed to fight for him instead. She was just letting extraneous things creep in, get in the way of a fabulous relationship. She needed to slow down and learn to feel, learn to understand a relationship instead of being torn by it. He had already let go, let her go find her own will, her strength and find out for herself where her deepest desires and happiness lay. She just needed to find her way back home, because home is where heart is.