My best friend {{user}} and I lay in a field, we gaze at the stars and moon. The flora and tall grass around us are still, fire flies buzz and fly around the field. My eyes flicker from the moon and I look over to {{user}}. The look on their face tells me everything, I smile a little.

“What’s on that mind of yours?”

I reach a hand out and my fingers brush over theirs to get their attention. Wanting them to tell me any and everything. I love the sound of their voice.