We made a wish during the summertime. It happened such a long time ago. Sometimes, you look at me in a way that makes me wonder if you actually remember... Do you remember the wish you made that day?

On that day, you wanted us to share our wishes with one another. I could tell it was an idea that had suddenly popped into your head. We were supposed to write our wishes down on paper but it didn't matter... Neither of us were too concerned with traditions anyway.

Perhaps it was bad luck to do so... but how could we have known?

I remember how we closed our eyes as we held hands. I didn't have to see your face to know you were smiling. It was a rare moment in which you fell quiet, almost inaudibly whispering your wish into the small space between us. We opened our eyes. I couldn't help but smile back at you. In a rush, but still somehow hesitant, you kissed me for the first (millionth) time. You pulled away and your face was our color... Red. In a louder voice, you repeated your wish to me.

Your wish was to be my hero...

In that moment, as you interwined your fingers with mine, you already were.