It's nights like this that I don't want to forget.
So I'll write to remember.
He coaxed her out into the backyard with an ice cream cone.
He knew only chocolate could tempt her.
They laughed and flirted while eating their ice cream.
They looked up at the stars and wondered how the night sky could be so bright and dark all at the same time.
He told her she was beautiful.
She blushed and hid her face in the blankets.
They talked the night away about memories, memories of writing letters, memories of hoping he'd find her, memories of how it was meant to be.
And it was a good night.
Won't you tell me about a day that you always want to remember?