“Do you remember this place?”, I ask as I sit down in the grass next to you. You look over at me, the sunlight glinting off of your hair as a soft smile spreads on your face and kisses your eyes with warmth.
“I could never forget it,” you say.
We both stare out across the pond, drinking in the setting sun in a silence that seems eternal and comforting.
“How long do we have?” I ask.
You look over at me, smiling once again, but this time there is sadness in your eyes. “Not long,” you say.
I nod.
I look over to the church, the light glowing off the whitewashed boards, and sigh. Memories flash through my head.
Good memories.
Perfect memories.
“Do you remember my vows?” I ask, looking over at you as you pick a flower out of the grass. You nod, and smile. “I stayed up half the night before our wedding, trying to find just the right words for that poem. I had already picked out the frame and told the people that I wanted to put that picture of your parents with the poem up front. I wanted to make sure they were there, for you, even if they really couldn’t be. I thought I could just wing my vows.”
You look at me, a single tear falling from your eye.
“Once you were there in front of me, and the moment was there, I couldn’t think of a single thing to sum up what you truly meant to me. So I said the only thing I could. You are everything to me.”
You take my hand, softly squeezing as another tear falls. “It’s time to go,” you say.
I look at you one last time, and lean over and softly kiss your lips, taking in the life one last time that I always wanted.
“Goodbye my love,” I whisper.
Then you are gone, and the last ray of light dies.
Everything.
