Incapable

He closed his eyes as the breeze ruffled his hair. It was a beautiful night, away from city lights and honking cars. He barely had moments to relish his solitude when he heard her approach. Landing into the reality with a bang, he turned around to face her and realized that even she had not been expecting him to be there. The usual awkwardness crept up as she smiled and walked to the railing of the balcony, to avoid being rude. He took a deep breath and wondered if she would wait for a few moments like she normally did before coming up with a perfect excuse and run away to the other corner of the house.
She was silent tonight he realized after full five minutes. He looked around at her to see her standing perfectly still with her small hands clutching the railing. Her head was bowed and her tresses shielded her face from view. He was tempted to wipe them off, hold her romantically and utter some nonsense. That was exactly what was expected out of a newly married couple right? But it wasn't something he and his wife would be spotted doing. Except if both of them got heavily drunk that is. He was not even sure if his wife would actually get drunk even after consuming twice amount of alcohol than him. He decided to intervene now. Over ten minutes of silence was weird.
"Are you, I mean, do you like this place?"
She looked up at him with her normal poker face and nodded before closing her eyes. 
"What were you thinking?" He almost slapped himself mentally for asking that. It was a very personal question which he knew wouldn't be answered truthfully anyways. He was in for a surprise though.
"I was thinking if we could ever fall in love."
He leaned on the railing, dumbstruck. 
"I would love to you know." He answered, now looking at the stars.
"I would love to fall for you like I have no idea what love is. I would love to feel all the happiness." He spoke without looking at her.
"But it is so scary, isn't it? To imagine what could come afterwards." She completed. She was speaking as though she was reading from the stars.
"How simple and beautiful it would have been if I had met you when I was 18, somewhere in my college library."
"Yeah that would be nice I guess. I wonder if you would fight me if I tried to take away the last copy of the book you so desperately wanted to read."
"Well, back then I would probably try to act all nice and woo you for a coffee."
"That would be too obvious and boring, don't you think? By the way I never dated in college."
"Well, simple and obvious is what we are looking for right now, isn't it?"
He saw her lips stretch into a bittersweet smile. They both had their demons, surfacing at the most vulnerable moments and claiming their small moments of indulgence. He had seen her eyes glaze in attraction to be replaced by the strange hesitancy. Same was the case with him. 
They were a perfect pair, incapable of breaking their shells to reach out to what was truly their.