The Park

I wasn’t supposed to be at the park the other day, and neither was she, for that matter. We hadn’t planned the events of that day. It just happened that we decided to spend the next morning together, regardless of our families and our responsibilities. So maybe we did plan it. Not the most down to earth decision I’ve ever made, but I don't regret it so much as I miss it. God, how I miss it... Not a single day goes by in which I fail to remember that morning at the park. Just us, and our guilty conscience. Never again will guilt have such a remarkable taste.

As we kissed and hugged, and strolled down through the dense woods, we spoke of our thoughts and our fantasies concerning a future we would never share, and sometimes we were melancholic about the feelings of joy and love that drowned our spirits right there and then. We understood, helped, and cared for one another in such a way that I fear neither of us will ever witness again. Perhaps you can imagine how much I hope that fate proves me wrong, for both of our sakes; for both of our broken hearts, filled with empty love.

As we spent the day looking for different trails to follow, and forgotten spots to hide and love each other passionately, we were surprised by a small group of young little students that passed us by in some sort of field trip. We held hands as we watched the kids all waving and smiling when suddenly two of them stopped right in front of us. Laughing beautifully, they shared with us their innocent thoughts.

“You two are the perfect couple.”