"Come, sit with me" He said.
"One day when we're old, we will remember this exact moment." His eyes lightened up, catching every inch of the scenery in front of him.
"And what will you think of?" I mumbled while chewing a chocolate bar, moving my feet up and down immaturely.
"Oh, these old cracked walls and wet bench and tall shady trees--and this view we're looking at; all that might just be a memory, twenty years from now."
I nodded.
"But most of all,"
He sighed and looked at me, softly.
"I'll be thinking of you."
I could see a tiny spark of gloom in his dreamy eyes.