Movie night

It's really cliche, the whole thing. It doesn't really matter though because I love it so damn much.

The way the cheesy music plays in the background and the wind picks up your hair to graze my cheek alongside your hand.

You're on your tiptoes as your lips reach out to me and we move in slow motion. My eyes close but I can see the whole scene like we're holding hands in a theatre, smiling at a movie screen.

Except the movie is about us and how years later, what seems like a regular kiss before leaving for work, is just as magical as the very first.