Tell me of a time you felt beautiful?

It was a Saturday evening.

A crowded venue, he and I were rushing to get to our destination.

He grabbed my hand and stopped me in the middle of the overwhelming chaos.

His words were not loud, but not quite a whisper either.

“You look... beautiful,” he chimed.

The way he lingered over the word beautiful made it feel so intimate.

The rushing people around us melted away, the noise faded, and in that moment, it was only him and I.

He leaned in quickly and kissed my forehead before he began to pull me back to reality.

And we were on our way again...