Your name is Jake English and your wonderful boyfriend of 2 years, Dirk Strider, just walked over to the stereo, put in an unmarked CD, walked back over to the couch that you are sitting on, bowed his head, and extended his hand before saying calmly, "May I have this dance, Mister English?"
You smile brightly at him, "You may, Mister Strider." He pulled you close to him, one of his hands resting carefully on the small of your back, the other intertwining his fingers with your own. You put your other hand on his shoulder, and almost as if by magic, soft music begins to play.
The world is too heavy
Too big for my shoulders
Come take this weight off me now
Thousands of answers
To one simple question
Come take the weight off me now
The two of you begin to sway around the living room of your shared flat, without a care in the world.
Oh I'm like a kid who just won't let it go
Twisting and turning the colors in rows
I'm so intent to find out what it is
This is my Rubik's cube
I know I can figure it out
He rests his head on your shoulder, but his pointy anime shades are digging into your neck, so you take your hand off of his shoulder, slowly pull the glasses from his face, and toss them on the plush couch. With a sigh of content, he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck again, and you swear you feel him smile.
Lightly, you press little kisses to the side of his head, and his arm tightens around your waist. "I love you, Jake." He looks into your eyes, orange irises peering right into your own green ones. You close your eyes and lean in, kissing him sweetly on the lips. After a few seconds, you pull away and reply, "I love you too, Dirk. More than anything." You continue to swing lazily, just basking in the glow of your love.
