#PerfectDate

Dear Crush,

No matter however many times the indescribably beautiful scenario of you and I on our 'Perfect Date' together, has constantly fluttered around my mind like a restless butterfly (much like my heartbeat's erratic pulse at the thought of you), I am yet to picture the 'perfect' location at which our date will take place.

Perhaps it's because I worry it might be too cliché. Or maybe because our 'Perfect Date' is something that needs to be thoroughly planned and discussed between the both of us beforehand.

But deep down, I know that's not the reason.

We could be ambling on the shoreline, with the serene cyan waves kissing and lapping our toes, watching the soft colours of the sun slowly bleed into the horizon. Our fingers would be intertwined, and wisps of our hair would be flying around our heads from the cool, calming breeze.

That would be marvellous.

We could be lying on top of a lush, emerald hill as the illuminating moon and its pulsing beams lit up the night, with smooth grass blades beneath us, as we watched the stars shimmer in the endless black sky, like beacons of hope for the lost souls around the world.

That would be magnificent.

We could just be cuddled up on your couch, a woven blanket thrown over us, my head on your broad shoulder, and your head on mine, as we stuffed ourselves with scrumptious, unhealthy junk food. We'd both laugh and cry through the night, at the wonderful movie playing on the TV in front of us, until we fell asleep in each other's comforting embrace.

That would be magical.

And yet, I can picture none of these as the place that would be the perfect location for our 'Perfect Date'. And it isn't because they aren't delightful, sublime or glorious enough.

It's because there is no perfect location.

It doesn't matter in the slightest, how, what, where, when or why we have our 'Perfect Date'.

Only the 'who' matters.

And that 'who', is me and you.

All that matters are those precious moments we'll spend together. The two of us. Alone. Nobody to disturb us. To tell us why we can't work out. To tell us that we're doing it wrong.

Nothing and no one but us.

Just you and I against the world.

Hearing your laugh, seeing your smile; it will drive me to the edge of insanity, but I'll still be in ecstasy.

Uncovering the deepest depths of your soul as you discover mine, learning to love all your imperfections, whilst you do the same with me. Sharing with each other secrets we'd never spill to another being, and making promises that'll last till the end of time.

And if the date went as well as I'd hoped, in years to come, we'd look back, and try to figure out which moment was our favourite.

But we won't be able to decide, because every single second of it, was perfect.

~Love, Pallavi