I wonder what he was thinking when he was picking the apple to bring to his sweetheart. It was after all his favorite kind of apple, the Honey Crisp apple. Walking up the steps to see her, tossing the apple up in the air and catching it, he was thinking about how much he loved her. He knew the look on her face when she saw him would light up his world. She had that affect on him. She wore confidence and beauty like a glove. Her confidence not only in herself but in the assurance of their love for each other. It warmed him at every glance.
"I brought you my favorite apple" he said with a proud smile. "Thanks" she said as she strummed the guitar to play him a song she taught herself. Each one giving to the other, the best they have to offer. It's a pure and simple kind of love, genuine and true. An apple for his sweetheart.