I'll be waiting

Her soft hands held her face upward, while her elbows rested in green grass. A smile lifted upon her face. He was running towards her, a twinkle in his eye. He laughed as he slid into the grass next to her. His jeans now soiled, but it was worth it, to be with her, it was all he needed. Together they felt that nothing could touch them. They were invincible.
She rolled over, into his arms. He gently grasped her, and kissed the back of her head lovingly. She took a deep breath, a sigh almost.
"What's wrong?" he whispered.
"Nothing," her smile still stood bravely.
"What are you thinking about?" He said breathing her scent in deeply.
"You and me," she said,"and death."
"What about it?"

"If I die first," she choked back tears,"I'll be waiting for you."
"I'll wait for you too," he said wiping her tears with his rough fingers.
She nodded her head in acceptance to his promise.
That day was her last with him. She died, in the hangman's noose. And pinned to her shirt, over her heart was a scribbled note:
I love you, I'll being waiting.