“Someone seems to be in a hurry this time,” he teased me.
I smiled at him, further pushing him down to the ground. Then, I stared at him, admiring his beautiful face.
“Why did you stop?” He questioned me, staring back into my eyes.
I continued to smile, and then I told him, “Imagine a future in which none of this would’ve happened.”
“What do you mean?” He raised his eyebrows.
I traced the periphery of his face with my index finger as I clarified my earlier statement, “If our parents had been alive, we wouldn’t have to participate in this useless game.”
He held my hand to kiss the back of it, and then he articulated his feelings on the subject, “Sometimes adults make choices that cannot be mended. Their actions have irreversible consequences. I bet my father would still be an as
