A young blond boy with lively emerald eyes looked up from the book settled in the grass."France, what is marriage?"
Another boy sitting under the only tree in the extending meadow, kept his eyes closed while responding."It's when two people promise to never let go of each other no matter what problems might occur. It is only for the person that you want to spend the rest of your life with."
"How will I know who to marry?"
"You will feel it in your heart. No matter where you are with them, passion will surround you."
The boy was satisfied with that answer and went back to reading his book. He could not focus on the text because were other questions eating away at him.
"Have you ever married someone."
"No, not yet." He delicate voice showed no sign of pain nor enjoyment.
The boy looked for any object to symbolize the substance of his last question. In the entire grass field as far as the eye could see, stood one dandelion. As it was picked, a soft breeze washed over the grass as waves in the ocean. He looked back at the boy under the tree, his affectionate smile gave him the courage to ask one more question.
"Do you want to marry me?"
Blue eyes of tenderness gazed upon the boy holding the flower. They seemed to swirl with green but sapphire dominated the iris. England knew he was looking into the eyes of his entire world.
"I do."
An electric shock ran through my body waking me from paradise. I sat up on the couch, running through the memories of the dream as if the thought could disappear from me.
I remember that day. Why did I ever forget?
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FrUk: A CATastophe
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