Letters I wrote you

Wishes

He walked up the hill, this footsteps heavy and fast.

The door of the house down below opened, lighting up the dark garden and scaring the little family of field mice that lived in the rose bush.

A girl came out, quickly as if looking for someone. It took her eyes a few seconds to adjust to the once again darkened environment, but once they did, she spotted him immediately. She tried calling out but in vain, he wasn't turning back.

She only hesitated a second before running up the hill after him and by the time she caught up, they where already on top.

It took a bit, but after a few of her jumbled words, he finally looked up at her, his face full of hope.

And she looked back with loving eyes.

That was all it took, then everything was forgotten, all the mistakes they had made to get there, every one of them.

He kissed her gently and she kissed him back just as softly. As one would think a feather would feel because she was just as delicate.

They weren't in a hurry after all, they had all the time in the world.

So they just laid down in the grass hand in hand to watch the stars above them. But never did they think, to busy thinking about their own lives, that the stars could gaze back.