He had planned this night for months the weather held true for early summer, hot days and warm nights. The restaurant was perfect, checkered tablecloths, candles, soft music. The air was filled with the smell of fresh bread. The meal seemed to go by so quickly as they looked deep into each others eyes. They had just finished a bottle of champagne and he suggested a romantic stroll on the beach. Her golden hair made the jealous sun fade into the ocean. Warm night air washed over them as they walked hand in hand, the sand conforming to their feet, gentle waves lapping at their toes. Fireflies 続きを読む