Completeness; wholeness.  For the first time, the words that described the rush he felt when he was with Ambrosia finally formed a concrete idea.  He was complete with her; he was full on the inside.  He kissed her with fervent ardor; he tried not to make it too hard, but gentle like she was gentle.  When the kiss broke, he looked into her eyes.  He picked her up with his arms and decided to carry her to their special place in the park.  There, they cuddled underneath the bleachers.  Sure, some people walked by and saw them.  He didn't really care; they were together.  "I love you Ambrosia; I would go to other worlds so I could be with you."  He didn't know why he said it, he just knew it was the right thing to say.<br/><br/>Was he drunk with love?  Or simply silly.  He put his hand in his pocket and grasped her necklace.  "You have to come back to me; you have to.  Without you, I might die ... I ... I want to be married to you."  There was a pause; he realized he probably jumped the gun on his feelings.  It just overcame him.  He held her close again; ringtone!  His father was calling; he looked at his cell phone for a moment, not sure what to do next.