I’m daydreaming that we go through a walk in a forest in the middle of autumn. The air is crisp and cool, so I snuggle against you as we crunch through the colorful leaves in our path. I pull you towards a large maple tree and, with a blush rising in my cheeks, carve our intials into the trunk. Whenever someone sees it, they will be envious of how lucky I am to have you, my darling.
