The night was perfect. Bugs danced around the lights in the muggy air as we stepped outside, away from the reception. You held my hand, and it felt right, like it always does.
I wondered if you had something planned (you’re the one who thinks ahead), but since I was the one who had suggested a walk, I shrugged away the thought and breathed in the warm air; basking in the beauty of the night and relishing these moments with you.
We walked to the outdoor “altar” of sorts, where the wedding ceremony had taken place. We stood in front of the empty rows of chairs, just a few steps away from where the bride and groom had stood earlier that afternoon.
You held me close, and I heard your heart beat as though it couldn’t be contained inside its cage. Thump, thump, thump; and it never slowed down. You kissed the top of my head and I giggled instinctively.
“What, you’re laughing at me now?” you questioned.
“No,” I replied. “Just happy.”
I leaned my head on your chest and listened to the pounding of your heart. I breathed one of those sappy, girly sighs; completely content with you and our few minutes alone.
You leaned away from me, and I looked up at you. You tried to brush the hair out of my eyes, but poked my face instead.
“Jeez, how embarassing,” you said.
I just smiled. “You’re fine.” Nothing could ruin this moment for me.
I leaned against you again, until you pulled away for a second time. I looked up into your face, and this time you leaned in toward mine.
For a split second, magic happened. For the rest of the night, I tried to keep my head out of the clouds enough so that I could keep my feet on the dance floor.
I think I’m still there; spinning around and around until your hands catch me again.
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