Here you go, another one.
I see her speaking with him, dancing with him and they remind me of my youth. Of beautiful summer days filled with joy, laughter…love.
'You wicked trickster!'
'I fooled you, didn't I?'
'Yes. I thought you were dead. When we're married there'll be no more of this,'
'Yes,'
Laughter. A kiss. Resting in the flowers, absorbing the golden light…
A lifetime ago, lost in hard ice. Only memories left. And them. Young and innocent and happy. Yet to experiencetrue pain. But not yet. Let them experience the summer of love before the winter of despair.
Yeah… I have no idea what I was writing .