My favorite memory wasn’t when we were kissing, or cuddling, or ******* so hard, I thought we might break. Those moments were great, but nothing like this. We were sitting up on a diving board. My legs were dangling over the edge, you were sitting behind me, holding me close. You rested your chin on my shoulder, and we looked quietly at the city lights in front of us. You slowly ran your hands through my hair. Then you kissed me softly on the cheek. I've never felt so many butterflies for you as I did in that moment.