The End of the Rainbow

She's been looking for a while now, the end of that perfect time. She looks for it in the morning, when she's greeted by that warm smile. She looks for it in the evening, when she sees that face smile and kiss her hello. Constantly she is searching for the end, it feels almost inevitable, as perfection such as this is not meant to last, no one person is meant to be so happy for so long. Misery always creeps in to steal the good to keep the scales leveled. A heart to a feather and all that.

So she looks for that end, days, weeks, months, and going on into years. Experience has taught her that these things never last. There are tough times and sad time and times when the bond between them is almost broken, but always they fall together again, as inevitable as the falling of the moon and the rising as the sun.

It takes her a while, longer then it would most (though she's never tried to claim the title of genius, so we may forgive her this), to realize that this, this happiness, this goodness, is not going away. There's no need to keep staring at it in fear it may flee, this is no leprechaun's gold, gone in the blink of an eye.

She's reached the end of her rainbow, and when she looks across the room and meets the eyes of her other, there's no place she'd rather be