The lovers held hands. Fingers interwoven. Clasped gently bone to bone, except for when they crossed the street in the city, when he would tightly squeeze, and place himself on the outside facing the traffic. As far as he was concerned, nothing would harm her without going through him first. And while he had her hand, he was indestructible.
They walked the city, not a word spoken, but a feeling of total comfort,
At nightfall, they sat upon the hood of the car, up upon the hill, playing the music of James Blunt, Josh Ritter, and The Moody Blues, as they gazed up at the stars, and realized how small they were, yet how big, and fantastical a feeling they had.
He leaned over. He pressed his thick lips upon her cheek. She tickled and shivered a warm delight that made her knees twitch and vibrate beyond her control, just activated by his breath upon her skin.
She felt then his warm, peaceful breath in her ear.
He did not say, “I love you” as she was anticipating. Instead, he said gently and in a low whisper, “I will be with you for a thousand years, unless you wish me away. If you wish me away, you will not see me for a thousand years.”
He gently kissed her earlobe at that. She felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck, the goosebumps tingle up her back, and her knees quivered and shook warmly.
She leaned in and closed her eyes with her full lips pouted out. He pressed his against hers. And for the first time she felt heaven. And then felt the feeling of falling through the sky, then floating up again, as if someone had picked her up.
She did not know if she died that moment. But her smile was so wide, so long, she could feel it from end to end.
She did not want that moment to end, as she looked up at the stars…