Dear Future Lover

What is OUR Always?

Okay, so I'll leave out all the steamy details of mine and Jonah's anniversary date... Haha! Just kidding! It didn't get that steamy. Besides... You all know I would tell you! After all, this is a public romance story! Anyways... Back to the good part.

It was about ten in the morning when I got a call from Jonah... August 11th, 2017. It was our anniversary.

"Hello..?"

"Angel."

"Yeah, Jonah?"

"It's our anniversary..."

"Yes, I know that."

"So, would you like to do something with me today?"

"Of course! What are we doing?"

"Each other."

"..."

"Angel, you know I'm kidding."

"..." I was blushing at the thought, even if he was just kidding...

"Angel! Stop thinking about it!"

"Oh! Yeah, so what're we doing?"

"A picnic on the dikes."

"What time?"

"Around six-ish."

"Okay, so it'll be dinner?"

"Yep. And I'll make the food."

"Okay, since when can you cook?"

"I'm getting help from my mom... Haha..."

"Oh, okay."

"Well, see you then?"

"Yep. See you then."

"Lov-... Bye."

"Bye....."

"Bye, then..."

"Yep..."

"I'll hang up first..?"

"Sure..."

"..."

"..."

"Bye." We both spoke at the same time, and then giggled.

"1," I started.

"2."

"3."

We'd both hung up.

"Haha... That was awkward..." I said to myself.

Well, time to start thinking about what to wear...

~Timeskip to 12:00 P.M.~

I still have no idea what to wear, and I've been looking for hours; Mom isn't home yet, so no help from her, and--

My thoughts were interrupted. And by who? None other than my savior, Joan Rose... A.K.A. my mother.

"Angel, sweetheart!" she called to me from the dining room (which was connected to the stairs [which led to upstairs {which is where I was}]).

"Yeah, Mom?!" I called back.

"I have something for you~!" she sang.

I then proceeded to run down the stairs, finding my mom with the. Cutest. Dress. Ever. What was it like, you ask? Well, for starters, it was my favorite color: neon green. It had ruffles inside it that you could see at the bottom (they made it kinda puffy); it had those "sleeves" or whatever you call them that hang off your shoulder, around the top of your arm; it was also just below my knees. It had a white sash that wrapped around me just above my waist, and a white rose on the front, almost the side (on the left side). She had also bought me these cute sandals that weren't exactly high heels, but they had a bit of a heel. The bottom was light brown -- almost tan -- and the top was white, with a buckle around my ankle, and before it went between my big toe and the others, it was braided. Like I said earlier, the dress. Was. Perfect, and my mom was my savior. Honestly, could I ask for more?!

~Timeskip to 5:45 P.M.~

After putting on my dress and sandals, I put on a little eyeliner and mascara, followed by a light pink lipgloss that blended with my cherry-colored lips. I put my hair up into a ponytail with my bangs hanging on the side of my face. I had a light tan from being outside, and had painted my nails French-style a few days ago (my toenails too). My straight, long, dirty blonde hair looked perfect too. My hazel eyes were covered by my dark brown glasses, and I was off.

I walked to the park near my house to be greeted by Jonah on the dikes with a picnic all set up on a plaid cloth. "Good evening, Angel."

"Heya, Jonah." I smiled and sat across from him. He put his hair like it normally was, only he'd brushed it out more. His brown hair was shining almost -- he must've washed it recently... We both must've taken showers then. He was in a black, button-up vest that covered a white, button-up, collared shirt. He was also wearing dark grey dress pants. He was wearing black sneakers to match. I had on Forever Red, and he had on a really nice cologne. His brown eyes sparkled with what I assume was happiness, and his tan skin had a sort of glow under the setting sun. We smiled at each other, and he motioned for me to eat. We ate and talked for a while. It was nice... When we were done eating, we were talking about our relationship. It was during that time that I asked, "I wonder... What is OUR always?"

Jonah smiled and said, "We don't need one; all we need is to love each other and be with each other until the end of eternity. How about this.."

"Hm?"

"Every time we kiss, that will be us resealing our promise, 'kay?"

I nodded and smiled. "How about we start now?" I leaned in with my eyes closed and kissed him softly for a few seconds before pulling away and smiling, as did he.

I guess we don't have an "always", but our promise is better.