"What does your heart desire you to read, love?" Mattheo asked.
"I want to read another by Shakespeare!"
"Any particular reason?"
"In a way, Shakespeare is what brought us together," I smiled.
"I never thought of it that way..." Mattheo nodded his head, "Good thinking!
We picked a book called "A Midsummer Night's Dream"!
"If memory serves, there should be a couch next to the fireplace!" Mattheo said, poking his head around each corner to see if it was there.
"Where is the fireplace?" I asked.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out. I can't remember if it's on the left or right... Pick one!" Mattheo suggested.
"What?"
"Pick left or right!"
"Uhh~ Left!"
"To the left, we shall go!" Mattheo smiled, peeking behind him. My eyes met his for a brief moment, but at that very second everything came crashing down on me. My sister was pregnant! I am going to be an aunt, and soon, I would be a wife.
I didn't realize it, but as I got lost in my thoughts, I stopped walking.
"Hey; is everything ok?" Mattheo asked circling around.
"We're getting married!" I whispered.
"Well, I kind of knew that. It would be a little awkward if I didn't, considering that I proposed to you," Mattheo chuckled.
"You're ridiculous," I laughed, adding an extra dramatic eye roll.
"You love it!"
"Guilty as charged," I grinned. I pulled him into a kiss. When I finally pulled out from the kiss, Mattheo groaned.
"Let's go find the couch, so we can read!" I exclaimed.
"You broke up that wonderful moment to read?" Mattheo questioned.
"Yes! Got a problem?" I smirked.
"I should have known! To be fair, you're Granger's sister."
"I don't know if I should be offended or happy..."
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We found the couch and fireplace after a while. We were going the wrong way the whole time. The fireplace was to our right, not our left. Mattheo lit up the fireplace (due to my request), and I watched the flames dance together. Flakes of fire flew up into the air and twirled back down into the burning flames like ballerinas.
Fire is a peculiar substance. It will dance, fight, and live with burning desire until its final moments. Fun fact: fire never touches anything; it will never be directly on something. Therefore, nothing touches first. Some people want to be like their celebrity icon, but I want to be like fire. I want to feel like nothing can touch me. I want to fight until my death. I want to feel the love of dancing until I became nothing. Fire can be compared to almost anything. It can be love. It can be envy. It can even be destruction.
Mattheo and I are the perfect match. Let's just hope that we don't burn out.
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