Perfect date:

I want to sneak downstairs with mom's car keys, slyly open the garage door and sneak out of the house with the minivan. I want to have daisies in my wavy hair, I want to wear a denim jumper and my silly mixed shoestring middle school converse. I want to drive to you, waiting at the park near my old house, and you'd smile when you saw the familiar red van heading towards the parking lot. You'd walk to me and sit on the wooden bench as I hurriedly got out of the car, and I'd be greeted with your warm embrace, a familiar scent, the laugh I'd only dreamed of hearing so close to me again. Oh my god, oh my god. 
You'd hold my hand, my sweaty, shaky hand, and I'd realize this was real, and that I was really doing this, and that I was living one of my fantasies. When we walked far out enough into the field you'd stop, and grin almost sultrily. I'd melt and try not to shudder. You'd tell me to look up, and explain your favorite constellations to me, eyes wide with wonder. Eventually I'd yawn, and you'd yawn, and we'd decide to just stargaze, buried in the tall grass and wild flowers. We'd hear cars and sirens and police cars, we'd hear our shaky breathing, and I'd doze off, staring at the stars and the night sky. 
When I woke up you'd be beside me, and after I'd turn to my left and see you laying there, sound asleep, I'd realize that waking up next to you is the best thing that could ever happen to me. I'd wait until you opened your eyes to ask about the wildflower veil you placed in my open palm as I slept, and you'd say you made it for me because I was your fairy. I'd wear the lovely thing as we walked back to my car, drowsy & cold, but before I'd get to my car door you'd gently grab my hand again, and pull me towards you. This time I'd be bid farewell with the warm lips of my magnificent crush, and it would be the kiss that would save me. 
I'd smile, and wind my arms around you again, and I's feel your arms pull me tightly towards you around my lower back. I'd want to hug you forever, my head on your chest, yours over my shoulder, but you knew the sun couldn't be held back forever. 
You'd depart me with three of your kisses, each a spell. 
1, my jaw, don't. 
2, my neck, forget. 
3, my collarbone, me. 
I'd want you and you knew it, and that was the spell's magic. You'd should into the night as you walked away: I will always love you, my darling, my sun, my moon. I will respond, staring at your back as you disappeared into the night: I will love you forever. 
But I'd whisper my part, and that was my spell. I will not explain.