It was spring.
I always loved spring. Not too hot. And not too cold.
I loved spring, because I loved seeing everything grow back after winter. it was nice to feel the warmth from the sun after the dark and cold winter days.
We were sitting on the grass at the park. It was the park by the small basketball field we usually came to after we -him- played basketball.
We didn't talk about anything. That day we just sat there enjoying the weather.
Crowd of people were painting to my eyes. Sounds of children running and people's chattering were music to my ears. I was deep in my own thoughts and happiness spring brought me.
Until he reached for my hand.
I remained silent. Confused by what was happening or what was about to happen.
Until he moved closer and kissed me.