A field of wildflowers stretches on forever. Flowers of every color dance in the wind, swaying together in perfect harmony. There’s not a single soul nearby except for the birds chirping in the distance. It’s absolutely stunning, and all I want to do is run through them. I resist the urge. “How did you find this place?” “I have my ways.” “It’s gorgeous.” “It’s how I see you.” He looks down at me, his eyes reflecting an array of emotions.
