There are moments where you can remember everything that went on.
Like the feel of the blankets on the bed and how the pillows that perfectly imprinted on us.
The simplicity of the whole thing was perfect.
Just you and me
There was a slight humming of the projector, not noticeable unless you listen for it
our random comments over the show fit together like two matching puzzle pieces
The smile that was permitted etched into my face would only get wider
As I would turn and look at you
only to find that you were already looking at me