She pulled away, the feel of his lips on hers lingering, "Chuck?"
His mouth curved up to form a smile. The gentle lines of his features seemed most natural in this position. Seeing that smile sparked something in her, something she had forgotten was even there.
"Yes Sarah?"
She felt the same old butterflies begin again. They were so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. She could feel something deep within her telling her she was on the right path.
"This-this whole thing. You, me, the sunset, it's all so perfect. It all feels so right, but there's still something missing. It's like I'm on the verge of remembering something I never should have forgotten."
Chuck slid his hand into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled up piece of paper. He rubbed his thumb along the glossy, folded up edge as if trying to implant his own memories into the paper.
"Maybe this will help," his words were soft, but she still heard them.
As he handed her the folded up sheet of paper, she felt something flutter deep inside the pit of her stomach. This was familiar.
She carefully unfolded the paper, her heart rate quickening with every turn. When finally she had the page laid out before her eyes, a gasp escaped from her lips.
"Our family." She found herself stroking her fingers across the line drawing. Had it really been that long since that day on the train?
Suddenly she could remember every detail. She and Chuck curled up together in bed, the Japanese real-estate magazine in his lap. That was when he took out the black permanent marker and began drawing. It started with the frame of a house - their dream house. Soon there was a man standing out front, one arm resting on the shoulders of a woman, the other cupping her hand.
"Don't forget the white picket fence," she heard herself saying.
Her lips formed a genuine smile, her first real smile since that day on the train. Finally, fingers stroking the small bundle in the woman's arms, she turned to her husband. As his eyes met hers, all the feelings came rushing back. This was right. When nothing else in the world seemed right, this always was. Finally, when her smile could grow no wider, she opened her mouth and said the words he had been waiting for.
"Chuck, I love you."