''I wish I get to have all the first experiences of my life, with you, hippopotamus.'' He said, as he looked at the full moon, painted on the dark sky. They held each other's hands, with fingers interlocked.
''Just firsts?'' She asked tilting her head upwards, so that she could meet his gaze, completely. He looked at her with a smile, and answered, ''If we get married, then all our firsts and lasts will be with each other.''
''I wish there wasn't that if in your sentence.'' She whispered slowly, but loud enough for him to hear it.
''I don't love you, you know that right?'' He said, as his grip on her hand, tightened and his gaze again fixed on the moon. ''I know'' she responded.
He chuckled looking at her face and kissed her.