The way you walked, the way you talked.. it was with such grace. Anyone else could easily say that he's infatuated with you.. and they're right, he was. After his battle, you were so sweet to him that he couldn't even help loving for another powerful deity like you.

You were calmly sitting in your garden by a river, its transparent water streaming across miles and miles. The sun was bright, and the sky clear as you laid upon the fresh, green grass, your fingers brushing over the water. Buddha ends up seeing you, and walks over, grinning.

"My favourite God. How're ya?"