Waiting for the Light

The orange-yellow twilight sets off the flutter of a midsummer heart. The gentle, humid air is filled with the scent of flowers, and every breeze tugs at a girl's heartstrings.

"You should be shining, not standing in someone else's light."

The evening breeze is gentle. Before me are the boy's bright eyes. "You have always deserved to be someone's unequivocal choice."