Introduction
Two children waltz through the fields of closed blossoms. The children pretend to be blossoms, closed up yet still growing, thriving even in this cruel world. But children aren't silly little flowers. Neither has to go through the same things. Yet no one ever wants to talk about that. But the children do. All the time. Not because they know they can't face it, but because they'll be lovers. As children they even planned it all , no one in the way. Nothing and no one to stop their love and lives. They planned to get married and have a big family full of happiness and love. Then whatever goes wrong they'd face together, knowing that life isn't as perfect as adults make it seem. They knew this so long ago. Which is what brought them together, the misery they've endured brought these two silly little blossoms.
"I love you" They'll say.
"I'll never leave you" They'll say.
This little boy, and young girl forever held hands, never breaking apart. The feeling of touch was the best thing to cherish in each other. For no one else could love them the way they did.
