Sunset of Their Love

She had always been a shy girl, not given to outward displays of emotion. And yet here she was, unmistakably reveling in the sunshine of his love.

“We are sympatico, no?” she said, looking up into his impossibly blue eyes. A girl could get lost in there, and maybe she had. She didn't mind. It was like taking a wrong turn on some long road trip and ending up in an unexpected place. Maybe that place was better than her intended destination.

“Sometimes,” he said with a smile, “it is good to miss the mark.”

“Yes, when I am not with you, I do miss the Mark.”

He laughed, for although it was true that his name was Mark, it was also true that she was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. He loved that about her. For one thing, it kept her from asking too many questions of the type he could not answer.

For another... he forgot, but there had been a second reason. It had seemed important to him once. Never mind, one was enough.

“Don't ever change,” he said.

She pouted. “But my clothes will get dirty.”

Yes, he had to admit, it could be annoying at times. Someday he might tire of her, but not today.

They watched the slowly dip into the river and disappear. Was this the sunset of their love? Or was it just the end of another perfect day together?

These were the types of questions he could not answer. He was glad that she didn't ask, although that didn't keep him from asking.

Best if only one of them were so plagued. Someday he might tire of the questions, but for now he had the afterglow of a disappeared sun. And he had her.