Her

We never really belived that the dream of tomorrow could live up to the reality of yesterday. We would always lay underneath the stars in the meadow behind the old abandoned barn on mill street. We talked but not the normal way of talking. We never rambled about silly random things. Our conversations were always serious and deep almost so deep you could drown yourself in our thoughts. It was almost like confessions. One night the moment was so perfect he wished the daylight wouldn't come to take it away. How silly it was of us to wish for impossible things but that's exactly what we did after that night. We wished on the stars and tried catching our dreams every night until one night it just stopped and it never got going again.