He held her for the first time when she was three weeks old.

He taught her how to walk, though it took a while because she found it funny every time she fell over.

He walked with her, holding her hand, when she decided she was a 'big girl' and didn't want to be carried any more.

The look on her face when he went away to boarding school would haunt him for ages. She looked so lost, her face streaked with tears and her eyes pleaded him to stay.

He came back so much taller with a much deeper voice. She was shy around him. It hurt him so much that she wouldn't look him in the eye anymore.

She went away to school in grade 8 (he had gone in grade 10). He was still in school for one year that she was. He visited her sometimes when some of his older friends took him out.

Even after he had left school he visited her but because of his job he could not visit regularly. Every time he saw her she had grown up and changed so much.

She asked him to go to her grade 12 ball as her partner. He accepted. She told him that he would have to pretend to be a couple of years younger though, he just laughed.

Many of the other girls asked him to dance but he refused them all; he only had eyes for her. It had been hard for him to breathe since he walked through the door to find to her in a figure hugging dress.

At the end of the night she softly kissed him. "Goodnight" she whispered.

He didn't call her or text her for about three weeks. He couldn't live with out her of her happy, funny, bubbly and/or interesting text messages that she would send him at random times of the day. The phone calls they use to have at least once a week. He missed all of it – he missed her so much. He opened his eyes and suddenly knew what he had to do. He was an idiot for taking this long to realise the obvious.

He visited her at home on a cold windy day were the rain poured down with no mercy for anyone or anything.

The door was unlocked so he let himself in.

"Hello? Anyone home?"

He heard laughter, which sounded like it was coming from the back of the house. He walked out of the laundry/back door to find her dancing and spinning in the rain.

"What are you doing?! You are going to get sick!"

She laughed, "No I won't. Come dance with me."

Somehow he found himself in the drenching rain with his hands around her waist and her arms around his neck. He started swaying then spun her around then encased her in his arms. He leaned down and kissed her. "I love you, I'm sorry it took me so long."

Her eyes sparkled with love and happiness as she replied, "You know, from the first time you held me I knew my heart belonged to you."