Him.
We were happy. The happiest I’ve ever been in my entire existence. I like to think she’s as happy as I am.
The days passed before my eyes and I didn’t leave her side once. We spent hours in the meadow, enjoying the silence and sometimes we would share a quiet conversation about everything. Little things and sometimes big things. Meaningless words if spoken by others, but when she says them to me, they seem to answer every single problem happening in my world.
We would laugh, we would hum a light melody, we would smile at just about anything. I keep thinking what would it be today? Would it be a small secretive smile, eyes low and twinkling? Would our laugh be loud and echoing until our stomachs hurt? Would I join her in humming this wordless song? Every day I look forward to it an
