Unspoken

A certainty overwhelmed any doubt she momentarily held about him. In his manner there was a strong confidence, not arrogance, simply a definition to his step. His hair loosely draping over his face, gave a friendly wave to his chiseled features. Conscious not too stare too long, lest she be fixed forever unable to refrain; she'd clench her knuckles tight whenever he surrounded her. She was young and free, caught in the blissful naivety of unspoken love.