The rest was a blur. A whirl. Whatever. Doesn't matter.
"I love you very much," she confessed.
"I love you too."
Our foreheads touched; our eyes met.
My arms on her shoulders, I brought her head closer even as our foreheads were connected.
And we kissed, we kissed, we kissed for eternity in a minute.
She was in my arms, forever.
And when the lips parted,
The love becomes a treasured part of history locked
safely away in the