Two loners, always together

Joined at the hip, inseparable

Hardly ever speak, stealing glances at each other

Sharing silent smiles, laughing quietly at the rest of the world

A girl

A boy

You know how the old story goes

Oh how cliché!

Yet sweet as sticky sugar

Then one day, he breaks the silence

That held their voices at bay for so long

And he turns her to face him

Then, with a nervous glint in his eyes and an anxious smile

He asks her to be alone no more

He asks her to be his

And she says she always has been