It was the way I opened my eyes to blink my eyelashes against his cheek and just stay there, feeling the moment with every bit of warmth I could pull out of my beating heart. I can’t say I remember more than never wanting to let go, both his hands covered my one. I can only remember feeling the moment repeat the second I caught his gaze of lightest brown.

And there I was, sitting in a moment people could walk by and not understand what it meant, I remember thinking, why?

Why do you like me? My voice was small, but he understood. A lot of reasons. You are funny and smart and I love talking to you, and you are ridiculously pretty.

no.

yes.

I think I remember thanking him, telling him that he was sweet, that I had never before felt so perfectly in the right place. I remember telling him I trusted him, I remember him telling me the same thing.

I’ve been thinking about that moment for a long time, he told me.

Then, everything was different and the same all in one. There we walked around the same colorless circle, placing colors in the world we imagined. We laughed, and I called him the same meaningless names, and then we said goodnight, something I had been longing to say for a long time.

Goodnight means this is the beginning.