[This will probably help correct/improve my writing skills for writing in the future] [Read it slowly please, if you read it fast it ruins the experience? I was going for] Let’s begin! :D It was perfect, that night with Oly. We had found a place near the creek, so we could listen to the sound of the water as it flows down into the lake. “So,” I whispered, watching the birds float through the darkening sky. “Do you come often?” I joke. It was an inside joke that only we could understand. She laughed a small, delicate laugh that I had come to love. “Indeed, I do,” She whispered back. I smile, leaning against her. She brushed my dark curls behind my ears, then in a sing-song voice, whispered, “You with the dark curls,” She smiled. I glance up at her, smiling dumbly. I inspected her grass-green and sea-blue eyes. “You with the watercolor eyes,” I whisper back. The end! :D
