With a gentle breeze blowing against her gown, she did something she had never done before - she moved even closer and laid her head against his neck as if to hug him. For months, she refused to cry and now was as good a time as any. Yet, the tears would not come and there was something about this gentle horse, and the warm breeze blowing in her dark hair that somehow gave her hope. There would be a love for her someday.
All she had to do was wait -- just wait.
The end