“are you cold?”
“just a little bit.”

he wove his arms around her body as the water lapped their shoulders. even in the height of summer his face gave her butterflies and cold shivers, everything was ok. everything was blue and bright, (but through the lack of sun it was not).

waves shimmered in his eyes and drops of water clung to his face, his shoulders.

she clung tighter as the moment empowered her, half dazed, half scared, she put her head on his shoulders and felt his wet skin and thought,
this is where i’ve always belonged.

she thought back to her childhood days, silly talks with friends,

i wonder what he’ll look like, i wonder what his name is?

and all the little questions, all the little giggles and the wonderings. all came down to this. even if it didnt, she felt it. nothing could compare to the red haired boy who was holding  her, nothing could beat the freckles on his skin or the green in his eyes. again she squeezed him with a deep breath to rid herself of all this daydreaming. its too good a moment to waste on daydreams, times like these are made for daydreams, she thought.

“do you love me?” two bright green eyes stared longing at her.
“too much.” she sighed, he smiled. “will you love me forever?”
“and ever.” said he, with a kiss on her forehead.

they both shon brighter than the stars they kissed under. and everything was warmth and everything was good. every minute was a minute they had only to themselves, they couldnt tell if anyone else exsisted, and if they hadnt maybe it was okay, maybe they could just stay close. but if not, maybe moments like these were worth it all the while, little bits of magic in a realists world.

“three things that you’re looking forward to?” she asked.
“my birthday, your birthday..” he started. and paused as he smiled at her.
“and the third?” she giggled.
“marrying you.”

she hugged him again. this could be it, she thought, i could be looking into these eyes forever. and nothing inside or out of her had any doubt. this is what she wants. this is what she’s always wanted. this sweet and romantic young man. the understanding and loving gentleman, no one.. no changes, he was what was right and he knew how to treat her best. (only he, for every man is his best friend, but he is not, he is one born of natural knowing of her. he is no rules and he is all love, when he is, she is and everything’s okay?)

“will everything be okay?”

…will everything be okay?