I sat on the cement walkway near the field. My best friend sat next to me as we both looked at the sun setting on the horizon. I looked over at them and they looked over at me.
We just sat there, in complete bliss as we smiled at each other. Calm. My friend broke the gaze and looked at the ground where the grass and cement met.
I couldn't quite see what they were doing until their hand came from their other side with a small four-leaf clover. They handed it to me. "For me?" I ask. "Yes." They blankly reply.
"Why?" I question. "Because I'm lucky." They just say back. "How are you lucky?" I ask them. "I'm lucky because I have you." They say. "That's so cheesy." I joke. "I know." They reply.
We both start laughing at the cheesiness of this. "But seriously, your like my four-leaf clover, you make me feel so lucky to have you." They state. "And I'm lucky to have you." I reply.
My little four-leaf clover. Lucky to have you.