Do you remember those late evenings curled up in the treehouse, the sun kissing the horizon goodbye? It felt like it could last forever— the laughter weaving in and out of the gentle breeze, the endless pinks and violets painting the sky.
Somewhere in the distance, the crickets softly chimed their nightly symphony, while our dreams built kingdoms in the canopy above. An insignia-carved branch became a secret promise to return, etched in time and forgotten until now.
The ticking clock on our adventures then felt as whimsical as the wind tracing its fingers through your hair. Now, I can't help but wonder how it reached beyond those moments, spiraling into the vastness we called home—full of infinite springs and warm, lingering embraces.
Let's chase those thoughts once more, just us— through the tangled whispers of a grassy sea, and stumble across the threads connecting then and now.