“Make a good wish.”
He smiled.
“I already did.”
“What did you wish for?”
He looked at me.
“You.”
And for once, I didn’t make fun of him for being sentimental.
I just held his hand a little tighter.
“Make a good wish.”
He smiled.
“I already did.”
“What did you wish for?”
He looked at me.
“You.”
And for once, I didn’t make fun of him for being sentimental.
I just held his hand a little tighter.