The two of them lounged on the grassy hill, she barefoot, he in his flip-flops, watching the wind blow wishes from a patch of dandelions into the air and around the foot of the hill. Her toes scrunched around grass and pulled on it nervously. He chewed his cuticles until she reached up and swatted his hand away from his mouth.
“Stop that. Those are there for a reason!”
“How should I know?”
He shrugged, then started laughing and pushed her playfully. She leaned away for about a second, then buoyed back towards him, letting her head rest on his shoulder. He smiled, squinting into the sunshine that was filtering through the leaves in the tree overhead, casting dancing shadows on them, performing a ballet just for the two of them. He thought of that and smiled.
“What are you thinking about?”
She looked at him oddly, questioningly, as her mouth slowly curled up into a smile, and she shoved him. He buoyed this time, but came back with enough force to knock her back over, and they both started laughing. The laughing turned to smiling, then to a deep look that made them both feel as if time had stopped. The smiles faded into seriousness.
“What can I say? It happens.”
He looked sad, and her eyes began a tiny flood, and her lip trembled a little. Just once.
“I don’t understand why.”
“Will we get over it?”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I love you. That’s how.”
They were still staring, and they both knew it to be as true as the day they first said it.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
Their attention went from each other to the wishes gently floating around them. They looked down the hill at the bald heads of what were once flowers as yellow as the sun, one that many considered a weed. The wind picked up and blew the wishes around them, one hovering between them, daring them to reach for it, and they both looked at it until their eyes focused on each other. Neither moved, and the wish slowly rose up into the air, and away.