e sat there, his gaze fixated on the girl, everything else was just a dirty blurr. The boy’s self conscious side seemed to speak up, whispering and ringing in his ears. "Kiss her. Slowly, don’t rush it, you don’t have to be anywhere else. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for her to return with anything else. Don’t expect your hand all up on her shirt or skirt, no. Erase those thoughts from your mind, kiss her like it is your first time kissing someone and in a way that shows and shines out your curious, childish delight. Kiss her like you want to be one with her, like the world could crumble, but that wouldn’t matter, because, after all, you would be holding her and your lips would be touching, everything would be warm. Take your time. Don’t rush it. Kiss her like she’s the first sip of cold water after walking through the scorching hot desert. Kiss her until she forgets the alphabet. Now, after you're done, pull back. Ask her what color is the sky and listen to her say your name in answer."
As the buzzing in his ears stopped, soon enough, a new one started, his mind working like a train during rush hour. "Just...Just think of this. Remember all those times people hurt your feelings? Back when you were in Highschool and got stood up and you were cheated on and heartbroken and felt miserable! Remember? Remember wanting to give up on love, thinking that everything was unfair, that it simply wasn't meant to be, that...that it wasn't for you, you simply weren't worthy of such divinity. All of that is gone now. You will be okay. Why? Well, because she is the most beautiful sight and you're happy. That's okay. Everything is quite okay. Now, let's move foward. Remember how you watched her sleep in the morning, just minutes after you woke up and the aftermath of the previous night was still stuck to the back of your night? How you caressed her hair, her face, always carefully enough not to wake her up or disturb her sleep? That, boy, that is love in its purest state. Do you still not believe me? Let's keep on with our little trip."
All of that was a bit tiring for the boy, after all, those kind of trips weren't the easier to take or, well, or the happiest. More like a bittersweet voyage, bitter than sweeter.
"Remember when you were sat down on your couch, watching the Saturday cartoons with your daugther, Eve and she asked you :
-What is being in love? -to what you answered :
-Well, being in love can be many things, Eve. But, I will try to explain it in quite the simply way. Being in love means, smiling.
-So, does that mean that Mommy is in love? She's always smiling whenever looking at you. -she innocently retorted. That's also love. You are worth it, you always were, don't you dare doubt yourself.
So what if you two argued some times. Did you break? Did you never talk to one another ever again? No, right? What you did was talk things through and make peace, each and every single time. There wasn't a need to complicate simple things. You would talk, you would even cry at times, but in the end both of you would kiss and make up, no matter the situation. Remember when she crashed your brand new car, or when you blew more than five hundred dollars trying to win a stupid plushed animal for her? What happened? Sure, you did argue both of those times, but, in the end her smile, her gaze and, well, her won you over. In the end, your goofy like attitude, your free spirit and overall oblivous nature won her over."
The boy simply nodded to himself, at that point he couldn't really do all that much. He held on to her hand, firmly gripping her frail fingers, not once letting go, not even when tears streamed down  his face and wet the sheets of her bed.
"Don't cry. Scratch that, cry. Cry your heart out. Those tears will be full of your every feeling. Happiness, sorrow, sadness, nostalgy, confusion, everything! Don't ever take those back, look foward, look down at her and keep on smiling even though your eyes and heart are crying. The course of true love never did run smooth. That's something to always keep in mind.