You are mine

We go to see her uncle’s family later. Most of Lily’s cousins are in cities. We go to tourist places; some tourists use us as their background for photo shoots. “The tourists seem to like you.” She speaks. “I think it is because you are very pretty,” I say. She stares at me, smiling. The fairy starts to hum and swing around me. An older foreign couple, hand in hand, keeps looking and smiling at us. “Older couple here just don’t hold hands,” I say. “When we are their age, I will still love you as much as I love you now,” she says. Since the day we kissed, the word “love” is what I hear and feel, she says, and expresses it so naturally. She does not just look different, she is very different in every way. “I think older people here got married for many different reasons when they were young. It is awful to marry someone you are not dying to be with.” My opinion. “I am dying to be with you. Do you feel you want to marry me?” she says. I work in a place where married people, not to each other, use the hotel to……. not to chat. “Marriage is like…. for older people…. if we get married, you will be my wife, and I will be your husband.” “I think that is what people say.” “I don’t want a wife, and I don’t want to be a husband.” “I don’t want to be a wife, and I don’t want a husband. I want what we have.” “Girlfriend and boyfriend?” “More… than that.” She stares at me and tries to put the words out. “We are…lovers?” “I do not know. We are… you and me…we meet.” “We meet.” “I found you. You are mine...I am yours.”