Young Love

Today is PROMPTuesday. I actually wrote something up last week, but was to shy to put it up because I'm no writer, but would like to be, and you gotta keep trying right? In addition, all the Obama stuff got me yucky! So, here is my submission for this week.

This picture was done by a very special lady to Sandiegomomma. This PROMPTuesday, make up a story inspired by the picture.

Young Love

They were young, madly in love, and could see their future in each others eyes. Each of them had their own dreams that lingered throughout their souls allowing a vision of the future. The possibility of something better and brighter. However, there they stood in the church waiting to marry, which in turn would derail the individual plans of their lives. They were too unsettled to speak a word aloud, although the wide-eyed look of each spoke louder than any words. It was obvious they were struggling, but they couldn’t bring themselves to discuss the struggle with each other. Then finally…

“Let’s take a walk,” she stammered.

“Okay,” he nervously replied.

They left the church and began to walk the path. There was a deafening silence between them, yet they continued to walk hand in hand, tightly clutching each other not wanting to abandon the love they had for each other. With the decision to leave the church they both knew where the immediate future would take them, but they chose to leave those words alone, for now. They quietly walked through the grassy meadow, over the hills and far away, and were confused because of the relief they felt. Wanting to be together forever and oddly aware, even at such a young age, they needed to attend to the dreams of their souls. He slowed his pace, stopped, and pulled her closer to him. He found her lips with his own and expressed his love without a sound. She reciprocated with the same fervor. He looked deep into her dark brown eyes and could still see himself in her future. He felt safe. They paused and looked back at the church that had such a poetic stance against the hills and without a whisper both knew they would return together, someday.