Kiss Me

The air was warm, and the sky was lit with a soft, milky twilight. We were out by the field of tall, bearded barley, where the green grass seemed to stretch on forever. "Come on, swing with me," you said, your eyes bright with excitement. I couldn't say no. I watched as you spun around, your dress flowing with every step, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Do you remember the trail on my father's map?" you asked suddenly, jumping off and grabbing your flowered hat from the ground.

"Of course," I nodded. "Let's follow it."

We walked together, the moonlight guiding our way, until we reached the edge of the forest where the fireflies danced in the air. The silver light of the moon made everything look like it was sparkling.

You turned to me, lifting your hand as if to lead me in a dance. "Strike up the band," you whispered with a grin.

I pretended to hear the music, twirling you under the stars. As we danced, I found myself caught in the moment, everything around us fading away.

"Kiss me," I said softly, and you did. Right there, beneath the moon and the dancing fireflies, you kissed me. It was perfect, like something out of a dream, and in that moment, I knew I never wanted it to end.