Looking out her window, the Girl notices the way the sun barely lets itself show, barely lets itself shine.  She is laying peacefully beneath the little sun that shows, bundled up in a blanket that caresses her soft olive skin. She thinks of how beautiful it is, how beautiful and powerful subtly is. The Girl looks up to the clouds and notices the rays are content with their subtly, hidden between each puff but visible enough to matter. The rays are shining through these cracks in the sky the way the sun shines for a sun storm, lighting up the late afternoon sky in a heavenly-like form. The Girl laying peacefully thinks about the sky, the stars, the Earth, the universe. She thinks about her place in it all, what makes her tick, why is she here as she is? Why? Why? Why? She takes a deep breath and her train of thought changes, as if by association, as if the stars and universe led her to this thought. Led her to him. She spends her days happy, her days filled with beauty and people who inspire her. None, quite like the Boy though. He is simply explained as the most universal human emotion, desire. Now, this is not a lustful desire, not a shallow desire – let’s call it passion, excitement, reality, love, to be alive! She thinks of him and she smiles, the kind of smile that comes without your consent when you walk into say, a surprise party or when you get flowers delivered to you in public. The most honest kind of smile comes from surprise, the unexpected. Guaranteed. She thinks about his smile, the face he makes when she catches him gazing at her from across a room, his golden hair, his laugh, his hands, his skin, his kiss, his gentle touch. She thinks about all he’s given her, all he’s taken away. Oddly enough, it all warms her heart. He is simply defined as wanting what you physically can’t have, wanting what keeps you curious, but knowing it’s not possible. Also known as, the ultimate heartbreak. To be smitten is a similar feeling, but all too often underestimated for the real thing which, is Him. The Girl thinks about all the ways he is unique, all the ways the Boy sets her heart on fire. The Girl is a strong believer of the ideal that people walk into your life for a reason, his reason still hazy, but the Girl knows the Boy is here, is there, for some reason. He is there for something big, for something that could spontaneously combust and set itself on fire, if acted upon in the right way. The Girl is cautious, to not throw this away, but is scared of the wear it will take on her heart. She believes in great things, in the unexpected. He is the unexpected, the completely random. The Boy is the one thing the Girl can say was never planned to happen; The Boy was the one unsure thing that made her live on the edge; that compelled her to be free and wild. Although the experience small, they had experiences strong and meaningful together. They are the moments that could be commonly referred to as: monumental, i.e. life-changing.
Looking out her window, the Girl notices a cloud shaped like a heart, shaped like His heart. Vulnerable is what she feels when her mind crosses over to Him. A relationship all too compatible, there’s no space for incompatibility, but too much space for error. The Girl distracts herself from these thoughts to put a smile back on her face. You know, that honest surprised smile – because nothing feels quite as great as when the Girl’s thinking the best thoughts of Him.  She tries to get back on path but there’s too many paths to take, too many routes that will lead her nowhere right now. The Girl unwraps the blanket, stretches her arms and reaches for a pad of paper and a pen. She scribbles to work the ink, she scribbles to write for him. As she writes she catches herself smiling and feels her chest begin to tighten. She takes a deep breath and scribbles the last lines of what the Girl has for the Boy. She sets it down and reflects, shrugs because she knows that it’s nothing special, nothing outlandish or perfected, but nods her head in approval knowing that it’s her heart’s most true feelings. She reads what she scribbled:

A chance of a lifetime, a feeling of today
Hoping for the best, knowing for the worst
Searching for what’s wrong, only to still find what’s truly right
A heart can break outsides it’s lines but a love can be colored without any boundaries
Feeling inside what is hoped you feel too
Grasping for air slipping too deep into happiness
Into the unfamiliar
Catching a breath and opening eyes
You look pretty in anything or nothing at all
The sun shines barely through the clouds
As you shine brightly through my heart
The warmth comes through my windows and inside of me
You feel like nothing else,
Only to still find what’s truly right.

And the Girl sets it down and rolls onto her side, baring a naked shoulder with a bare body wrapped in warmth, from the sun, from the Boy to the Girl – and she bares an honest smile, one more time.

Girl should be lower case.

i thought this was very poetic. i liked the capitalization, too.  felt like it wasn't just some girl or boy, but THE girl and boy.  keep writing!