Remember the time when we lay on the grass and watched the moon pass over our heads?
Your hair smelt of verbena. I loved your dense and unruly hair.
We both lay there with our heads sticking out of the tent, under those ancient trees with your lemony hair tangled in mine.
It was New Year’s Eve and everyone had gone to sleep. Not us. You wanted to see the sun rise over the new millenium.
At midnight we both burnt sparklers, shared a kiss and made two wishes. You thought making three was greedy.
“Big things are on their way for you this year, I just know it.” You said and smiled.
