“Look,” she said as she pointed to the kites flying high in the sky, “beautiful, is it not?”
He looked up from his reading and the sight of the kites decorating the sky took his breath away.
“Somehow, they are like us, like you and I.” He said eventually.
Feeling the weight of her head on his shoulder, he began to explain,
“The kite is like you and the flyer; me. The string represents our bond. We may seem far from each other at sight, but we never go astray. If you happen to get stuck along the way, I will do all I can to bring you back to the sky.”
He paused for a short while to plant a kiss on her head,
“Because the higher you fly, the bigger my victory will be.“