PR '92 (bwhm)

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❝Class of 1992 sounds like the start to an end.❞ I mumbled, looking across the Atlantic ocean at the setting sun as I fiddled with my braids.

❝In less than eight years, it would be 2000...that doesn't even sound real.❞ I added, he chuckled lightly. The waves crashing against the shoreline slightly calmed my frantic thoughts.

❝Yeah it doesn't. I hope one day in 2002, we look back on this day...celebrating together.❞ He smiled, my heart nearly jumping out of my chest.

❝ We think of this day, right now, next year and the year after... we keep celebrating this day every year, together.❞ He placed his hand on top of mine, gently stroking my fingers. His touch causing my cheeks to grow warmer than the weather of Puerto Rico already had.

I glanced again at the sun, a golden path highlighted along the water. Shining beautifully against his dark curls and soft tan skin. His eyes radiating a lighter brown than earlier.

The feelings of uncertainty washing away with each wave.

I no longer dreaded the thought of tonight ending, or questioned if I would see him again.