"This years love had better last"

He found God. The boy felt God in the crisp morning air caressing his arms, heard God in the purring sound of his guitar chords, tasted God in the water cascading over his tongue, smelled God in the flowers budding quietly in the bushes. And the boy saw God. He saw God every time he closed his eyes, every time he looked to the sky, every time he prayed and prayed so hard. The boy saw God every time he looked out into the rows of other kids in silent adoration, praising the one and the only. And then the boy saw her. Brown hair, curled so softly around her proud shoulders. Lips so slightly open to breathe in the life pouring throughout the room. Her eyes reflected the pure passion of her religious experience; he could not rightly look away. She caught his eye, she held his stare. His fingers sighed and craved to turn up towards the heavens and he released the energy in a breath. She breathed in. There was nothing like that moment... the boy saw God, the boy saw God.