Awkward was the first of the two words to describe it.
First words, looks and touches. The moment where they finally met, both of them totally speechless.
Stumbles and bumps happened through the night, also with small glances.
The light giggles from their tightly shut mouths that escaped when they weren't focussing.
They noticed each other's sweetness and became more accustomed.
They ended up rambling all night to each other about unimportant things, like flavoured milk and the dimness of the stars, but things that made them happy.
And that's all that mattered.
The early morning arrived and the sun peaked out from the horizon. The two decided they weren't tired enough yet.
They settled under a large tree near a cliff's edge, a gorgeous view of the city below them.
Limbs became entwined and they silently knew they were finally tired. They stayed together, breathing light as they fell asleep until the late afternoon before they had to depart.
When they finally had to leave, they became shy and sad with each other, but vowed to do this next week, and the week after that, and continued...
Perfect was the second and the last of the words to describe it.
