(I used this prompt as inspo, but it’s not exactly like it.)
In a quiet courtyard, we sat side by side on the bleachers.
“I love you,” He proclaimed, reaching for my hand, and intertwining our fingers
I lean on him. “I love you too.”
“What if you forget me?” He asked genuinely.
I gently grazed his face with one hand, “I won’t. Not ever.”
“Okay,” He let go of my hand and brought his p...