I went to see a movie about the end of the world but watched them instead.
Her feet had been dressed in pink Bart Simpson slippers all day; campy and unwashed, but he brushed his fingers across her naked sole like a kiss.
"Gross," someone whispered behind me but I thought it was more romantic than a dozen roses or a heart-shaped box of chocolates and I know she thought so too by the way she looked at him.
He nuzzled his nose against her hair and breathed her in. It was innocent and sexless and beautiful.
She settled against him and laced her fingers through the same hand that had touched her feet and I felt him smile in the darkness.
I hope they hold onto that moment forever.
And I hope you keep searching for yours.
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