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Young Love and the Moments That Never Fade

Young Love and the Moments That Never Fade

Young Love. The Moments That Never Fade. | Mia Sutton Blog

Butterflies in my stomach. Dressed to the nines. Waiting. Just waiting for him to pick me up. I've been thinking of him all day. Those big brown eyes. That adorable snaggle-toothed smile. Nobody has ever gotten under my skin this way before. Nobody has ever been able to pierce my armored shell of feigned indifference. 

It's getting dark. The minutes are ticking away. I can't wait to see him. My heart is pounding, knowing that he will be here soon. I look at myself in the mirror a hundred times, making sure no hair is out of place. I've never felt more self-conscious in my entire life. I've never cared more about what someone else thinks than at this very moment. I can't sit still. I pace back and forth - well, as much as I can in my tiny bedroom. Waiting, just waiting. Willing time to move faster. 

Finally. When our eyes meet, I feel like I've been hit by a ton of bricks. That immediate, infectious smile. I can't help but smile back. I grab my purse. We get in the car. The weather is warm. The stars are twinkling. The moon is shining. The radio is blasting and he's singing along. I look over and smile. I'm not sure I've ever been this happy. I don't know how to act or what to do with my hands. I don't have to worry about it for long. He reaches over and takes my hand in his. Our fingers intertwine. He looks at me, his gaze intense. And in that moment, I know. I just know. 

We drive on. The night is young.

***

It's date night. One special night a month where we get to just be us. I sit in the car. He's pumping gas. The passage of time has done nothing to dim the butterflies when I see him turn and get into the car. Those broad shoulders and brown eyes lean toward me. A big, beautiful smile is on his face. The stresses of the day fade and my shoulders relax. Our fingers intertwine. 

"Where to?" he asks. 

"Anywhere. I just want to be with you." 

We drive on. We're older and wiser - but the night, it's still young. 

I believe in a moment. A moment when you glimpse the truth within someone, and they glimpse the truth within you.
— Claudia Gray

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