"I see stars in your eyes, would you let me get to know you better?", you ask.
Laughing I reply,"Are you tempted to take them out good sir?"
You look at me gravely, a little sadness taking you over. I wonder why when I know you'll leave too. I wonder why you feel sad for me when it won't matter in a couple of years.

So I say laughing once again, "I don't need your pity fool. Wipe that look off of your face." You seem a little shaken but you manage to laugh a little. Silence befalls us until you break it saying," Well, I can't promise you I won't change or that I won't leave but I promise I'll love you right when I'm still here. You deserve that much!"

I'm unsure of that, I really am. I've learned words aren't worth holding onto.

But I'm an idiot so I'll give you a chance. Maybe you'd be the one to get this right, and maybe I shouldn't let that possibility go to waste.
A sad smile runs across my face as I reply, "We'll see about that love. The answer is yes by the way, you have my permission to try and get to know me better."

With that, I hop off the moss covered rock and dust down the hoodie I had around my waist and make my way down the hill. I don't turn around or wait for your reply. I hear you scuttle around for your things and shortly enough you are beside me, breathless & trying desperately to match my pace.
I feel a little in love as I laugh a little inside at your antics.
I guess I'm a hopeless romantic after all.