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We sat in a meadow, and admired flowers together.  He sat right there, next to me, and relaxed his hand on top of mine.  It was a Saturday, and there wasn’t a single worry in our minds.  It was just us, the air, and the flowers that decorated this memory divinely.  A breeze picked up, and the scent of dew and lavender caressed our noses.  We both slowly inhaled the aroma, and we bonded.  That’s what we always did in that meadow.  We did everything there.  He and I laughed at each other’s jokes, blew off steam, held serious discussions, and even watered the grass beneath us with tears.  It didn’t matter the mood, though