I bite my lip, trying not to think about the fact that you'll probably be leaving soon. But I can't help but hope that maybe...just maybe...we might find a way for us to see each other again. "That would be nice," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the sound of our breathing.

"Lily," you say softly, running your fingers through my hair. "You know I'll always come back for more."

I smile up at you, feeling warmth spread through my body as I imagine the possibility of seeing you again. "Yes," I breathe out slowly, blinking back a few stray tears. "I'll be ready." And even though we both know that things might not work out between us, for this one moment in time, it feels like anything is possible...and I wouldn't trade it for the world.