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Beneath the vast expanse of the night sky, we lay side by side, our breaths merging with the rhythm of the universe. The grass cradled us, and the stars whispered secrets we dared not comprehend.

“What would your wish be?” I asked. His eyes, like constellations, held stories of longing and wonder. “To win?” I ventured, thinking of battles fought and victories sought.

“No,” he replied, his gaze never leaving the heavens. “Wealth? Success? Happiness?” I pressed, yearning to unravel the enigma that was him.

And then, like a comet streaking across the night, his answer ignited the darkness. “To kiss you right now.” The words hung there, suspended between reality and dreams. I blinked, wondering if I’d misheard.

“To kiss you right now,” he repeated, and suddenly the field transformed. We weren’t stargazers anymore; we were cosmic wanderers, charting a course toward each other.

“Looks like I’m dating a crazy guy,” I teased, but my heart danced to a melody only he could hear. His laughter, like stardust, settled around us.

“Maybe,” he agreed, pulling me closer. “But sometimes, the craziest wishes come true.” And there, beneath the celestial canvas, he kissed me—a promise etched in stardust, a wish fulfilled against all odds.

In that field, where time stood still and the universe conspired, I realized—I wasn’t just dating a crazy guy. I was dancing with a miracle.