Coughs I am ready, right? Yeah. When this flashes my mind, i observe it as a subtle drop of honeydew on a monday morning dripping down the leaf of a freshly trimmed bush, in a green field. Mountains circling the little house, and the garden in which i find my freshness, the sky beaming a bright blue and the clouds hung up on it as a perfect smudge of white spilled by the benevolent. I lift up my straw hat and i walk out of the field, and i take in a breath of fresh air, and i close my eyes.

Upon opening them, here I was, sitting next to you, on the same grass, i snickered, arrogantly then, for I knew what you did not. And i saw you when you did not. And i realised what i wanted, and nothing was going to come between you and me. And i observed. I looked at you and noticed your little smile and your wide eyes and the restless movements of your hands. And I looked and you and screamed yes. Yes i want you. And out in the entire world if i want someone to hold my hand and run with me to the shed of my dreams, it should be you. It must be you.

To Be continued..