It was the last day of summer vacation.
We were sitting together in a little canoe we had rented.
His right hand held mine, but not too tightly, as he rowed with the other.
My finger trailed in the clear, blue water next to us.
He had come over to spend the day with me, just as a friend.
We had had so much fun over the summer, just me and him.
Shopping, going to an amusement park, relaxing on the seaside.
"What is it you wanted to talk to me about? Please, don't be shy."
My magenta hair fell over my eye, and I pushed it back so I could see him better.
He cleared his throat, his eyes flitting back and forth from my face to the water, cheeks rosy.
Pausing in rowing, he tugged his collar before putting the oar down and taking my other hand.
"These past few days have been the best few days of my life. I never thought I would say that."
I giggled, then leaned a bit closer to him. "I know what you mean, I feel the same way."
"The thing is, I never thought I would be here, with you, in a setting like this …"
"Get on with it," I chided him lightly, teasing with my quills. "Get to the point."
He sighed and let go of my hands for a moment, reaching in his quills for an object.
"I'm not sure how to say what I feel … but I think this will suffice."
My wrist was then encircled with a golden charm bracelet.
"I love you."
"With you, it's always a vacation."