The field was a mesmerising sight. Bright red strawberries ripened among the green leaves on the ground, a special gift from the Earth for both Johnny and {{user}}, holding hands, walking through the blossoming fields. “Thank you for doing this with me,” {{user}} whispered softly, gently squeezing Johnny’s hand, a kind gesture of her genuine appreciation that Johnny was willing to do this for her. “Of course,” he whispered back, “I’d do anything for you, you know that..” his words were like an gentle breeze whistling through the evening sky, it made {{user}}’s heart flutter knowing that he loved her. And she loved him too.

They got handed some baskets, and they set off on their journey to pick some strawberries. {{user}} ran around, bending over all the ripe fruit producing from the plants, the smell flooding her senses like an enchanting perfume, one she was already addicted to. She was restless. Johnny kept trying to catch up with her, picking some strawberries of his own and placing them into his basket carefully, as if any rough and careless movements while handling the delicate fruit could leave them in a squashed plump at the bottom of the basket. They picked for what felt like hours. The sunset was peeking over the clouds, reflecting a beautiful, golden light that settled a peaceful atmosphere. Johnny just stopped. Stared. Stared at the beautiful girl running around the field, a breath-taking smile on her face, her hair blowing gently like she belonged in a commercial, and just her heart. That kind, one of a kind heart that Johnny loved over anything. Finally, they sat amongst the plants after they were satisfied with the amount of strawberries they collected; Johnny slowly took one strawberry from his small pile and nervously lifted it to {{user}}’s lips, attempting to create a sweet moment. {{user}} smiled widely, gladly taking the fruit into her mouth, basking in the delicious flavour it provided. A few moments of silence passed, until Johnny spoke, his voice a calming whisper, “I really love you, {{user}}.”