‘Meet me by the river, tonight. With love, yours.’

The paper felt lightweight in your hands, your heart too as it fluttered to heights deemed impossible. Today was finally the night when you two could meet, for a moment, not bound by the political constraints that separated your pining hearts.

The river glistened in the moonlight and the water lapped peacefully along the banks when suddenly, a pair of arms snaked around your waist, “you used that scent you know I adore,” he chuckled gently.