"If I lay here,
If I just lay here,
Would you lie with me, and just forget the world?"
-Snowpatrol, Chasing Cars
The crisp September air circled in a delightful breeze in the small meadow just outside of town. The last of the season's flowers were in bloom, and were dancing gently in the breeze. The stars twinkled in the early hours of dusk, as the last glimmers of sunlight disappeared behind the distant trees. A sweet smell filled the air, an indication of the rain that had fallen soft on the ground the day prior. Everything was perfect.
Monroe and Rosalee finally found a perfect little spot to lie in the soft meadow grass, and set down the big blanket they had brought with them. Rosalee set down the small picnic basket and got out two glasses and a bottle of champagne. She poured them each some of the bubbling liquid, and sat cross-legged on the blanket. Monroe plopped down next to her, and pulled her into his lap. He placed a kiss on her cheek, and took his champagne.
"This place is so beautiful Monroe!" Rosalee smiled, squeezing his free hand as she leaned into the crook of his neck.
"Still not as beautiful as you." Monroe chuckled at the cheesiness of what he had just said. "Smooth, Romeo."
"Ooh, I thought it was smooth." Rosalee giggled.
"You'd be the first, then." Monroe gazed into Rosalee's beautiful hazel eyes. The way they twinkled under the moonlight was magical. He couldn't help but revel in how perfect she was.
From above them, the sky had finally become darker, the moon rising higher, the stars radiating their beauty upon the two lovers below. The meadow was so peaceful compared to the hustle and bustle of the city. Monroe felt so at ease, like everything in the universe had slowed down, just for them. He wrapped his free arm around Rosalee's waist, holding her close to him.
"Mon, look, up there!" Rosalee said. Monroe looked up in time to see the tail of a shooting star. "Make a wish!" Rosalee smiled, putting her hand over his.
"I don't need to wish for anything, I've got everything I need right here with you." Monroe smiled. "Still too cheesy?"
Rosalee looked into Monroe's sweet brown eyes. She pressed a sweet, loving kiss to his lips. She sat her glass down, and ran her hands through his curly brown-black locks. After a moment, she pulled away, grinning ear to ear.
"Not cheesy at all." She said, pressing her forehead to his.