Dear You,
My perfect date with you would be simple. Since money is no trouble, we would go see Hamilton (because this is my perfect world and they've finally come to Australia.) I would see your eyes light up in front of the Crown theatre and you would joke about how you would never had imagined coming here. I would take you in and we would sit in the cushioned seats waiting for it to start, unable to contain our excitement. We'd squirm and giggle and joke about how this isn't the bootleg anymore.
Then the lights would dim and it would start. In the darkness I would reach for your hand and you would lean your head on my shoulder. Under our breaths we would sing along to the songs and watch in awe at the magic of it all, lost in the story, only holding on to each other.
Afterwards we would walk around the grassy area, hands still intertwined because we never let go. We would talk about the show and the actors and the choreography. I would watch your eyes light up again as you talk about it all. I would be only able to think about how I've lost myself in the way you speak, the passion that you express for something that you love.
I would smile at you like I always do, imagining if we were something more. This may be the perfect date, but that doesn't mean I'm the perfect partner. Fanfiction doesn't give you any insight into real life and how dating actually works. Or maybe, in this perfect date, everything is able to go my way and I finally tell you how I feel.
The rest of the night would be spent hanging out in the park, sitting on the grass. We wouldn't talk, just stare up and the stars, enjoying each other's company. Eventually it would get late and I would look at my phone to see a couple of missed calls from my mum. She's waiting to pick us up. I would tell you and we would sit up. I would laugh and brush the grass out of your hair and off your back, shaking it off my own. Then we would skip back to the car, still talking and laughing because it seems like we never run out of things to discuss with each other.
That would be the perfect date with you. I don't know if it would ever happen (because we actually have to hope that Hamilton comes to our city) but I hope that maybe, in the not-so-distant future, we would be able to go out on something similar.
Sincerely,
Me
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Sincerely, Me
RomanceThe #perfectdate writing contest where you need to write a 500 word story to your crush/best friend about the perfect date. My letter: 449 words