sitting in the car, wanting nothing more than to take her hand in his, he goes to reach for it, then stops, afraid its not what she wants, he looks away nervously, hoping she didnt notice
later on, in the theater, sitting in the dark, next to the one person he had thought about almost constantly for a month, her head resting on his shoulder, trying desperately to get up the nerve to just…
screw it, he thinks to himself, i love this girl
everything gets washed away, all the doubt, the second guessing, the nervousness, completely gone, and in their abscence the deepest feeling of happiness he had ever experienced, all with the simple touch of her lips against his
later, as they walked down the dark street in each others arms, he felt as if the closest a person had ever gotten to perfection was standing right next to him, he was content to just stand in that spot, holding her until the sun came up, just listening to her breathe
in those precious few mintues with her, he couldnt ask
for anything more