Just thinking about him makes me swell up with joy. When I close my eyes I can see his glowing face with his shimmering eyes as bright as stars. Now I can see our perfect first date, a moonlit picnic with only candles to light the way and find the way on our way back home. We finish dinner and look at the stars for a while. I look over at him then away, noticing that his eyes were at the sky. Then he at me also noticing the same thing. The third glance, however, our eyes met and we start to laugh. He reaches for my hand and I hold onto it tight as if that were my last good bye to him. He pulls me in on his chest and I sitting up but he follows me. Our eyes meet once again and kiss. When I open my eyes, I'm at our wedding with rice in my hair and running into our get away car. We start laughing when we get in and I then find us growing older. His hair starts aging rapidly and his boyish smile starts to fade. We're old and sitting at home. Both of our heads are in the glory days of our passed years. Again our eyes meet and we smile while he carefully walks over and sits beside me, the boyish smile gentle coming back little by little. I fell his presence, smell his cologne. I smile I tilt my head and he does the same. I extend my arms and he does as well in a split second I can fell his embrace but my arms fall through him and he fades away. I open my eyes and look at my hands realizing it was all I my head.
