Goodnight.

"I don't want you to go."
"Lets not talk about it until I'm leaving."
"Okay."
The night was pregnant with unsaid things. It wasn't the right time to come forth and spill all the feelings. She'd break down and cry, he'd crumble under his own sadness. Walking hand in hand on the moonlit road, under the stars, the sea breeze stroking their bodies, they enjoyed each other's presence, smiling to themselves every now and then, longing for someone to press the rewind button and give them three hours alone again. Three hours of romance, of talking, of falling in love all over again. And yet, three hours of so many unsaid things and undisplayed emotion.
They reach her house. She turns around to face him, only to watch him try to walk away. She holds his hand and presses it ever so slightly. She looks up at those deep, observant, meaningful eyes where she sees nothing and no one but herself. "I bow down to you, you look up to me." A chuckle, and she buries her face in his chest.
"I'm very bad at goodbyes."
"This isn't a goodbye. I just want to hold you."
She breathes him in. She forgets everything around her, him, everything that exists between their two lives. She wants to hold onto him and have him whisper her things that he knows she loves hearing. She wants to run away with him and enjoy a life where no one comes in between them.
He wraps his arms around her, engulfing her in himself. His warmth makes her weak, his breath on her neck caresses each pore of her body, his lips touching her shoulder makes her feel treasured. A slight kiss, and she never wants to pull away. The feeling of his soft lips touching hers, his cigarette-and-strepsils breath ("Blue strepsils please, or none at all!"), the taste of his mouth, everything about that kiss nearly makes her faint.
I want to capture this moment and live in it forever.