...And he always let her have her way...She was free spirited,wilful and stubborn and he loved her for this. The summer was spent in long walks; watching the train go under the bridge...in stolen kisses at every corner and in dancing in the streets on no occasion. She thought she could touch the skies and she knew he will be there, waiting for her to come back.
He worshipped her, kissed her toes when she lied down on the grass under the moonlit sky, she knew she had it all.The winter was no less of a season...they sat around the fire swinging to the tunes of the guitar...and she slept in his arms like a baby cradles on his mother's bosom...
But her sleep was soon over and the dream had ended.
...And she finally let him have his way...
