Do you remember the first real date you took me on? It was at one of those fancy restaurants; the ones lit by candle light that are meant to be romantic. I couldn't really see anything but I was to embarrassed to tell you. I almost fell into another couple's table. You caught me and chuckled.
"Lark," you said, "my beautiful, clumsy songbird."
I blushed, "This is embarrassing."
"No," you shook your head, "it's enchanting."
Our table was a booth in a back corner, away from everything. I know you did that on purpose. You wanted privacy so you could make your move. Too bad I ruined it by screaming when you asked.
"Songbird," you murmured gently, "will you be mine? Officially?"
They asked us to leave prematurely because I was disturbing the other diners. You were almost angry, I could tell. But you brushed it off, for me. We ended up going straight to yours for dinner.
It was the first night we spent together. It was the first night I admitted it was more than a harmless crush.
