ideal date

they held hands. it was the first time they held hands since the moment they became together. for her it was surreal. his feeling was mutual.

it was a brisk evening, and despite misty dew brought about by the pseudo-winter season, they still breathed against the warm breeze that blew past them. they were seated on the green grass fronting a vast lot. they were far from the seas, nor the mountain ranges. but they watched the sunset and waited for the stars to shine.

they were actually waiting for a star to fall.

he wrapped his arm around her. she placed her head on his shoulder. he then lit two sticks and gave her one. they smiled before getting a smoke. he was happy. she was content. they both wished that the moment would stay that way forever.

darkness fell. hours later they headed to a watering hole and sought for dark lager and ravioli for dinner. afterwards they proceeded to a cheap motel and held hands again. he wouldn't let her go. she felt safe in his arms.

but love was something still yet to be born.

P.S. To edtot ni riatot.