[spring]
She walked on the grass, barefoot, peaceful.
He followed behind, only looking at her, because in the field of fallen petals and greenery, she was still the most beautiful thing.
I guess, you could say he was head over heels for her.
She was magical.
No, she was not the cliched kind of beautiful, with blue eyes and blonde hair and all of those nonsensical fixed standards of beauty.
She had the kind of beauty where if you looked carefully, you could see her soul, vivid and wild, through her eyes. She had the kind of beauty that made one look again and again, without getting tired at all. What made him confused was that how she didn't know all of that.
She always said that she was lucky to have him, but no, he was the lucky one.
How he managed to win over her heart, he didn't know, but it didn't matter, and he was glad he did.
She stopped suddenly, and sat down on the grass, taking out a book.
He sat down beside her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.
He produced a sketchbook, and began to draw.
They sat in silence for a while, and then she looked over his shoulder.
What are you drawing? Let me look.
He pulled the sketchbook away from her.
"Shh, I'm not done yet, be patient."
He added a few more strokes, and held the sketch up for her to see.
It was of them, sitting under the tree, with her head on his shoulder. Exactly how it was like right now, except above them there were the words:
"Happy 1 year anniversary, Sloth. I love you."
She pressed a kiss to his cheek.
I love you too.
