A long time ago, in a relationship far-far away, a boy younger than he is now and a girl of his dreams sat out in the rain - sheltered of course by trees - and when the rain passed a magical thing happened.

Tens of fireflies came out from their seclusion and floated around the two, this was the first time the boy had seen a firefly for reals, let alone fifty or so. He couldn’t have planned for something more special than sharing it with said girl.

I’d like to relive that again.