Finally

He loved her without control. Without shame and resistence. The amount of time elapsed from when they had met until now weighted on their backs and so, he stood next to her every moment, kissed her cheek every time he could and slowly, too concious if his own restrain, of the strings that kept him together, as if crossing a real line, he held her hand.
She glowed without looking into people's eyes, too afraid to let them know what she had recently found, still reluctant to accept that people had always known. She wanted to keep it to herself, a beautiful scent that shared would fade too quickly.
Denying it had been a harsh battle they had both lost. And this time, neither one complained.