I Couldn't Make You Love Me

Ania

The day of one of our dates, Prince came to get me in his red Mustang. It was pretty cool.
      We drove to an open field and he set down a picnic blanket and placed the food on it. He had all of my favorites: cucumbers, strawberries, raspberries, mac and cheese, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
        "So." I said. "So." He repeated. I giggled as I looked up at the cloudless summer sky. "It's so beautiful, isn't it?" I asked. "Yeah." Prince said. I looked over at him. He was laying on his side with a daisy in his hand. "For you." He said. I took it happily. "Thank you." I said. He nodded. I looked at the view in front of us. "One day, this field will be a stack of apartments and stores." I said. "Yeah..." Prince said. "I don't want that to happen. I've had so many great memories here. I don't want it to go away." I continued.
      I laid next to Prince who put his arm around me. I looked at him. "You're perfect." I said. He smiled as he shook his head. "I wish I was." He said. I kissed his cheek. "Is it enough for me to think you're perfect?" I asked. "Yeah." He said, leaning in for a kiss on the lips. "I love you." I said. "I love you, too." He said.
       If only that wasn't a lie. If only things were different.