Flashback
“Nat, where the hell are we going?”
“Patience, birthday boy,” I tell him giggling.
When we reach our destination, I uncover his eyes. I watch him as he takes in the playground and the swing set sitting at the edge of it. The swing set where we met and became friends ten years ago. He slowly turns back around to face me, shock and amazement written all over his face. His eyes are glassed over with unshed tears as he grabs my face in his hands and brings his lips to mine, infusing every bit of emotion coursing through him into the kiss. When he breaks away, his chest is heaving. His hands still rest on my cheeks as he presses a kiss on my forehead. He drops his hands from my face and grabs my hand, leading me to the swings. We sit down in the seats we sat in 10 years ago and lazily rock back in forth.