His calves were getting sore, and the arches of his feet were aching from all the standing and walking. He was happy to finally plop down on the wooden stool as he watched her wait in line. She glanced at him from across the room, and her eyes smiled. He loved the way she could communicate happiness just from her gaze. A few minutes passed, and she too joined him by the coffee shop window. He wanted to give her his seat, but like always, she refused. Taking care of him was her first priority, always (even if it meant refusing a gentlemanly offer from her boyfriend). But after a few moments passed, he was relieved that a couple more seats opened up. They sat and waited for their drinks, randomly snapping shots of passers by and talking about random thoughts. He loved it. He loved it all. It is rare for him to be carefree, not worrying about money, parents, curfews, traffic, sadness, or anything. His mind was free and running away with hers wherever they wished to venture. She told him about how she loved the city and wanted to live in one some day.

He knew he loved her more than anything. He knew that he wanted to make her dream come true. The pain, the separation, the tears are all worth it, if it means that he can make her eyes smile as she gazes at her quaint city apartment some day in the near future. He wants so badly to make her happy.

She and Him are meant to be.