Hope

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Dan's POV
When we got off the train, I had one more surprise for Phil. He had always wanted to stay in 'The Royal' hotel in London city centre, and we wouldn't be going house hunting tonight, so I figured we could stay there tonight, as my treat to him. We got in a taxi, and I told him where to, making sure that Phil didn't hear. When we pulled up outside, the look on his face was priceless.

"Dan, Thank you, I-"
"Phil," I cut him off, "Don't thank me, it's my gift to you, we're here for 2 nights, including tonight." I smiled at him. He flung his arms around my neck, and I realised how much I loved him.

When we walked into the lobby, I could understand why he had wanted to stay here. Hanging over our heads were beautiful crystal chandeliers, and the floor under our feet was polished marble. All the staff had smart black tuxedos or classy black dresses, and all the guests seemed to respect each other. I could understand why it was called 'The Royal', they certainly made you feel like a prince or princess.

We got to the check in desk, and were escorted to our room by one of the staff. He opened the door, and next to the bed was a trolley full of food and champagne. Also on the trolley was a card that said, 'enjoy on us'.

The bed was unbelievably soft, and covered in luscious red and white fur throws. The bathroom had a hot tub, and a polished white floor. Then there was the balcony. We were in the top floor, so when you went out onto the balcony you had a birds eye view over the whole of London. It was like something out of a movie, it definitely made me feel like Cinderella.

However, the best part had to be the food. The starter was cheesy dough balls with garlic butter, that were still warm. Then the main course was a carrot and rice risotto. And the desert was chocolate brownies, still soft in the middle, served with cookie dough ice cream and chocolate sauce. We couldn't stop talking about how delicious everything was. I didn't even worry about the calories, I was just happy to be sharing such a perfect moment with a perfect person.

Once we had eaten, I decided to take Phil to the park. It was getting dark, which did make me slightly anxious, however, I knew that with him with me I'd be fine. We were walking down the road, when I saw something that caught my eye. A man was offering horse drawn carriage rides around all the famous buildings in London. We got in, and I paid, and off we went. We went to Buckingham Palace, 10 Downing Street, and the war memorial. We were on our way through one of the parks, when Phil looked at me.
"Tonight was perfect." He whispered, smiling.
"I know." I replied, pulling him closer.

This time, when we kissed, it wasn't like any other time. It wasn't desperate and tearful like some, or playful and flirtatious, like others. This time it was deep, and passionate. This was what a kiss should be like, not full of need and despair, but instead it should be full of love and longing. It should feel less like fireworks, and more like butterflies in your stomach, flying around gently, keeping in time with the synchronised heartbeats you share. It should feel safe, and secure. It should stop your thoughts in their tracks, all you should be able to focus on is the love you have for the person in front of you.

And that was what I'd did feel like, as the Autumn leaves danced around our carriage, and we kissed in the moonlight. It was as if the cold chill of the night air had been blasted away. It was as if everyone else had been wiped off the face of the earth. Nothing else mattered, all that was important was Phil and I, and the love that we shared for each other.

I've come to a conclusion. Humans are born in pairs. There is always someone out there who you fit with, like pieces of a puzzle. It's like a jigsaw without the centre piece. You can create a full image, but if you have a piece missing in the middle, you will never be satisfied with the way your picture looks. Some people never find their missing piece, and that's sad. I was lucky. My picture was a dark scene, a small room of sadness with no light or windows. But then I found Phil, and his piece was an open door, letting in light. Letting in hope.

Phil was the thing I needed to make my puzzle complete.