Drowning | ✓

80 ft

I was still falling when we returned to

that little coffee shop

at the end of the road

and he ordered my coffee and his cake

and wrote a note for me on his napkin

just like the first time.

Except this time, the note was different and

it wasn't alone -

he slipped the ring straight onto my finger and

it sparkled like

ice

and

fizz

and

fire

all at once.

And I cried tears of happiness and

he kissed me

again

and

again

and

again

bcause he said I'd always be his and

he'd always be mine and

he could kiss me forever.