The Perfect Date.

Lets describe a phenomenon, that day you could never possibly imagine. Because before it happens-well.
It's raining. Lightly. Not enough to break your concentration, because the only thing you can think of is "I'm smiling too much".
You loose track you know- of the dates- because when they come hoe to you after work, and Christmas morning waking up together, their all dates. Dates in time, in life and in love.
It's suppose to be a hurricane, but the only thing resembling a hurricane is is that moment before your hands break hold and they pull you in like a gust of wind bringing your bodies to an embrace.
Then a kiss.

It's always been my favorite part. Its sorta become a test, if I try to run, will he hold on tighter?
The first big fight, that's a great date- when your both about to bust out in tears and someone says something you could of never guessed

You're my best friend.

And whatever happens next doesn't matter because the fight was over the minute you knew you cared too much to want to fight a second more.
Then the first time you make love. That's similar to the first look, you've been eying each other all day but this time, this time somethings different- it's like you can feel it happening in slow motion, out-of-body because you can't only feel your expressions you can see them mirrored in your partners face.
Sound has stopped and all movement feels... involuntary. Magic.

In the past year I have realized how little the uttered words I love you really are, the words are never said in the moment they come to existence- sometimes their never said at all, but that doesn't mean they didn't exist. You know it, inside- and no lack of or over drawn use of the words can take that away from anyone.

Then there's the date you'll call the last.
The one you'll replay for so long you eventually forget the words and all you can feel when it crosses your mind is a break in that heart of yours thats already been through so much your mind erased the words in hopes to prevent any further damage.
And for a while you'll believe it was the last, till that day you feel your heart in your throat and the world slows down- like it did the day you loved me. Sound fades to a white a noise in a matter of a blink.
And with that blink your breath weakens and knees buckle.
You don't speak because-well.
And even if you never see each other again, you'll still have dates- when something reminds you of their smell, or your mind is filing events and drops a memory of the two of you on your eyelids by mistake, all it takes is a blink- before you're right there on another date.

The perfect date is only available to those who can look at life through a blink of an eye, knowing that through out your life you'll have more dates then you can file, and more love than you can recognize.

So what's your favorite date with me?