It was the final page of my story, I was in his arms. Swaying in the moonlight the cool air swirling around us. The nightingale stopped singing it's sweet melody as he leaned forward, the tip of his nose brush against mine ever so softly. I closed my eyes and waited, my heart jumping out of my chest.
A couple of seconds past, confused I open my eyes to see his eyes twinkle back mysteriously. Then with a wink he closed the distance. His arm curled around my waist as he drew me closer.
We broke apart and the bird started singing again. As confetti and balloons fell from the sky and the moon grinning softly from above I layed my head against his chest and we danced. Danced from dusk till dawn.
This is my final page