love

This is the story of how my parents met. And how, as all romances go, they fell in love. 

Once upon a time, there was a boy. He was young and strong, and slightly goofy, but his heart was always in the right place. And he dreamed of another, better place. 

Once upon a time, there was a girl. She was beautiful, although she didn't like to think so. She made sweet music like rain, and she dreamed of flying. 

They lived in the same small little town in the middle of nowhere. Had the same friends, went to the same school, did the same things. They even dreamt the same dreams, but they didn't know it back then. 

When you are young, you dream big dreams, and you believe anything is possible.

They went to the Land of the Red Rock together and climbed mountains higher than the sky, and did all the things people do when they are in love.  

And the boy became a man, same as the girl became a woman; and their dreams grew all the more bigger. 

They were in love, and that was all that mattered. When two people are lucky enough to find each other, sometimes it feels like it was always meant to be. And they promised to love each other all their lives. 

I like to think one day I'll be that lucky too.