The sun hits the surface of the valley, brushing the flowing, lush grass with a warm, soft blanket. The wind moves through the warm grass, the green flower-dotted bushes, and the oak trees; giving off a faint but audible sound, like waves gently caressing the edge of a beach. I lay, enveloped in the warm touch of the grass, lost in my own deep thought, mesmerized by fantasies and daydreams, in total ease.
I’m snapped back into reality, gazing upon the bright blue sky, lightly patterned with white clouds, flowing freely like a bird, letting the wind glide under its wings and guide its way. I look over to my side: there is sat my best friend, my other half, my girlfriend Maxine. She is sat in the grass, a moment before she was laying, enjoying the world just as I was, but now she is sat, staring into my eyes as I stare back into hers. Her eyes are a vivid shade of green, just as the grass around us, her eyes are partially covered in her bright, long auburn hair, which rests on her shoulders and reaches down to her hips like a river of fire and gold. Her auburn hair is matched in colour by the small freckles that sit upon her cheeks, that spread down to her shoulders and arms.
For this moment I am content, life is, if just for this moment and this moment alone, perfect. I am once again lost in my deep thought, mesmerized and daydreaming about what the future could hold. Maybe one day our childlike puppy-love will blossom into a prosperous marriage, we could start a wonderful family and live our lives together, grow old together and pass together, as husband and wife. Maybe we will grow apart and we shall live our lives separately and only recall our time together with a sense of innocence and fondness. Maybe our lives shall take unpredictable twists and turns, giving us wondrous tales and memories of splendour and wholehearted joy that we couldn’t even begin to fathom right now. Maybe Maxine and I will stay as best friends and nothing more through the years, as inseparable as childhood companions, whose loyal brotherhood shall never falter as we live out our own lives, rife with our own journeys and destinations that we’ll share over campfires and late-night phone calls. Maybe it’ll be none of that; only time can tell.
For now, none of that really matters. For now, I’ll just enjoy this moment of contentment and peace. For now, the world is ours. Our childlike curiosity, passion, and drive could lead our lives anywhere but for now, this moment is ours and only ours. The whole world feels like it’s slowed to a halt as I stare into her eyes. Life is made up of these little moments, little moments that seem to make everything feel in place like it all makes sense.
And so we lay back down into the grass, and let this moment last a little longer.
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