Sarah Ann, the girl with golden curls wrapped in pink ribbons. Kevin’s secret crush, the object of many stolen glances and bashful smiles.
Still painfully shy, he fondly recalled wishful childhood imaginings he never outgrew. Seeing her picture recently reignited old feelings. It was finally time to tell her how he felt. Rehearsing it in his mind, rose in hand, he made his way across town.
Standing at the gate, Kevin summoned his nerve before walking in. There, at the stone angel, he paused, tracing her name in the granite heart before pouring out his own.
No more words left unsaid.