She Smiles

I have noticed something funny, young love. The kind of one where they are too young to understand that they have a connection. So they play and chat together, just hanging out with each other because thats all they want to do. Life is easy.

I look at them day by day, she sits downs tells him stuff, he stand in front of her playing with his brand new ball then starts to sit next to her and responds to her ways. Oops, there's his friends coming up, he just waves and still sits with her. She smiles back. They both get up and start walking around the neighbourhood; the boy gives away his brand new ball to his mates to play with, just to hang out with her. They are sharing secrets.

The day is growing old and tired. But their moments have just being created. The street lights are starting to flicker, their names are being called in the background, its time to come home. She leaves first as her mother said so, she turns around smiles then waves good-bye; he waves back and both staring at each other until she turns the corner.

Its the next day, he knocks on her door and she smiles.