And before the day they met, he could not have told you what happiness felt like.

He could not explain the sensation of a growing smile.

Nor the rush of a fluttering heart.

He could not tell you what it meant to walk with purpose.

Because he had never been happy before.

But the day they met was a scene of overwhelming serendipity.

A smile smothered his face, and he could not force himself to remove it.

He could have sworn that there were birds attempting to escape the warming organ in his chest.

After meeting her, every step was a step closer to her.

And on the day he stuttered the word 'love', he couldn't have told you what sadness felt like.