Story in the making?

He saw her.  The sunshine on her dark messy curls. Her doe eyes bright and happy. The eyes he would be lost in. Not knowing how to escape their dark glow that pulled him in. She turned towards the boy. Not yet noticing him there. In hope that she would find him one day. Not knowing that day was now. The boys heart filled with the joy of seeing her again. The breeze of spring, fresh with the scent of blossoms, pulled at the young girl’s hair. She turned towards him all the way to see the boy. Staring. Completely staring. She paused. Not knowing what to do. Worried that it was fake. That the boy was not real and that he was gone. Still gone from her. She excepted that she would never see him again. The appearance of the boy made the girl fall. She couldn’t believe her eyes. He ran to her, catching her in his arms pulling her to her feet. They stared at one another. Saying nothing. Doing nothing. Nothing but realizing that this was real. He was there. She was there. The sun moved across her face. He pushed her hair away from her eyes. He pulled her into his chest. Holding her. Never wanting to let go. She couldn’t help but let the tears fall. And so they did. They fell without stopping. She pulled the boy’s hand into hers and looked up into his dark blue eyes. There was a new light in them. A light of hope and happiness.  She pressed her lips to his. It was a sweet kiss. They were together once again. Not ever needing to let go. And let go they did not. They held on every second. The boy turned into a man throughout the years they were together. The young girl into a women. The years went by and they never did let go. They held on with every devotion and love they had for one another. And their story ended with the women in the man’s arms. Never letting go.

Thoughts?