We are sitting on a bench by the river, my legs are dangling.
You are taller than me and so yours don’t.
“I like this spot,” you say, and I nod my head because I agree, I like it too.
I like you.
I love you, actually.
Your smile and your laughter and the way your eyes twinkle in the dusk light.
Everything. You. Me. This bench.
Your hand in mine. This very second.
The trees. The water. Us.
And if I ever had to wish for an endless night, it’d be this one.