𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝔂 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂

𝙈𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

       Laying in the field, a warm breeze brushed past us, weaving through my hair. My gaze fell upon your figure, and I couldn't help but notice how out of place you looked, sitting in the grass beside me.

       A childish grin formed on my face as I plucked some fluffy white dandelions from the ground, handing them to you. You quirked a brow, taking them in your hand, as if to ask what to do with them.

       "You blow them, and make a wish." I explained, gesturing for you to do so.

       I watched as you reluctantly blew them, silently making a wish. Then you looked at me, a more serious yet still warm look in your eye.

       "I'm going to tell you my wish now." You said.

       "What?" I questioned, then shook my head, "No, you can't tell me! Then the wish was for nothing!"

       "Calm down, don't get so worked up." You chuckled quietly, "The reason I'm telling you, is because I'm certain it will come true."

       Curiosity filled me, "Oh? Well then, go ahead."

       You smiled at me, leaning closer as if to disclose a secret for only us to share. I did the same, so I could hear your next words, as you whispered:

"My wish is to be with you, forever."