We sat under the moonlight. That was how I wanted it to be. But the sky was starless and no moon was in sight. The grass seemed wet yet I do not recall any rainfall during the day. The songs from a nearby hotel was our music. He lay down on my lap and I looked at him. His eyes. Those eyes. They make me melt. Then a familiar tune played. Lucky. Yes, I am lucky. He is my bestfriend. And I love him.
And I know he loves me too.
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