The sun is gone now and a dark blue hue takes over our world. She slips her hand into mine and rests her head against my shoulder. My arm travels around her neck and rests on her arm. She is such a perfect fit. She mentions the past years spent on this field in front of us. Such nostalgia overcomes me and my eyes seem to lose focus. She squeezes my hand and I’m back. Eyes still damp, I look over, see her smile and I gently kiss her on the forehead. Her sweet smile expands and she squeezes my hand harder. There is a cone in front of me that holds a luminous orange color to it and appears as if it is watching us in our moment. I give it a kick and it falls down a few steps. Its darker now, the sky is now black with a few city stars dotting it. The only lights come from the orange streetlights across the field next to the tennis cages. And from the lights of cars passing by. And from her eyes. Such beautiful eyes. I gaze into them and its as if I can see the cone. But that isn’t right. Its as if..I can see through her. My girl. Who’s sitting right next to me. Only she isn’t there. And my arm’s just on a chair. She was never here. I never told her. I should’ve before she left. I’ve known her forever as a good friend but I’ve just recently met her truly beautiful personality. Maybe I’ll see her again. Or maybe not. I guess it was just a dream that will never come true.