“Do you think we’d be here if you hadn’t made that wish on the snowflake?” he asked her as they moved close to where their parents danced.
January didn’t need time to contemplate, she already knew her answer.
The swaying stopped as she leaned on her toes to kiss Deckard once more on his lips – something of which she would never tire.
“I think we were meant to be together, regardless of the wish. Everything happened as it should and I think we would have fallen in love and found a way to be together regardless. It would have been hard, but we would have found a way. You were meant to be mine, Deckard.”
“Yes, I was. But I do have one more wish.”
“Really? What’s that?” January was worried. She had assumed everything was perfect for them and that there was nothing that he would change.
“That you know you will always be my wish.”
Tears threatened to form and January did the best she could to blink them away – she had cried enough today
.
She tried to smile. It wobbled, but she grinned none-the-less. He had made the best kind of wish, it’s the same one that he made a year ago.
“You’ll always be my wish too, Deckard. Always.”
THE END