"I believe in you."

Four simple words,

That one always wants to hear.

A simple collection of sounds

That hits you like a spear.

A smile forms,

On your willing lips.

And a squeeze of the heart

Keeps you in its grip.

Tears will form

And cascade down your cheek.

It will leave you raw

Loving, happy and weak.

Your knees may give

But that's okay.

I'm their to catch you

If you sway.

I'll hold you in my arms,

Whispering my love.

You are my angel,

My god and my innocent dove.

Your courage awes me

And I could watch you all day.

To see you plugging on,

Carving your own way.

Your eyes are enchanting

As the magnificent sea.

Determined and wonderful,

you may be.

But let me tell you

That it's true.

For the rest of my days,

I believe in you.

Four simple words

By Cstarseeker

"I Believe in you."

Those four, simple words, could change the view someone has in them self. It could boost a person's confidence, lighten their heavy burdens, and give them the will to continue on. It could give that shine back to their eye, make a smile appear on their lips, and stop the tears that always seem to flow.

Those four, simple words, had never been uttered in the hearing range on Anakin Skywalker, until today.

Although his mother had always given him praising words, he could not remember ever hearing I believe in you. I believe in you Anakin Skywalker. But looking into his masters eyes, at the age of 11, he had heard those words. He heard them; they were directed at him… But did he understand them?

Did it mean now he had a whole new level to keep working at? To keep his master happy? Of course he was having a little trouble in his studies, but he was working at it. He had tried with all his might to keep up with the other students because he was so far behind at the moment. Did his master not understand that?

Wide, child-like, blue eyes gazed deeply into serene sea-green. His Master had not moved from his position, his arms out, waiting patiently for the boy to make his decision.

Anakin looked around, unsure with himself. Shame leaking into his cheeks as a crimson blush, the blond haired boy took a shaky step back. Away from the edge, away from Obi-wan, away from what he didn't understand.

"Anakin, I believe in you. It's okay, I'm right here." He spoke with his crisp inner-core accent, as he gestured lightly with his arms.

"I d-don't know how to master." Obi-wan let a small gentle smile form on his lips, to encourage his young padawan.

"That's why I'm here. It's safe; I wouldn't let you near it if it wasn't. I believe in you Anakin."

There it was again. I believe in you. Who knew four simple words could fluster a young boy so much? What was he to do? Should he run and hide under his sleep coach back in their apartment? What expectations did he have to live up to now?

A whimper escaped his lips, and his gaze whipped back up to look at obi-wan. His only family now.

Then he understood.

They were family; they would always be family, Obi-wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, together forever. He could trust Obi-wan, "I believe in you" were encouraging words. He didn't have to live up to expectations; he just had to believe in himself as well.

Taking a deep breath, Anakin ran towards Obi-wan. His golden mop of hair fluttering behind him as he jumped.

He leapt of the edge of the pool and into his masters awaiting arms.

Obi-wan was going to teach him how to swim.