Love

“Did I tell you that I love you?” Mark said to Winter later that night.

“Only about 15 times,” Winter said giggling. She had her head resting on top of his upper chest. The room was completely dark and the two were still naked. It was such a special moment, a realisation that everything was starting to work out.

“You’re going to miss me right? When you go back to Cali,” Winter asked him.

“Miss you? God that’s an under statement,” he replied, “I don’t know how I can’t wait so long to see you again.”

There was a moment of silence, both Mark and Winter were dreading the time they would be apart. Although they hadn’t know each other for long, they had seemingly found a lot more than a relationship, from the looks of things, they had found love.

Love was powerful, no question. But was it true love?

Only time would tell...