Laughing
That's what they could do for hours. Constant joy, and elation lifting from their lips.
He would take her hand, and they would run, sprint, feeling as if they were soaring above the Earth, watching it all pass by.
Older now, but their joy stayed young. They could be together for hours. He could look at her for hours. To him, she was perfect. And she felt the same towards him.
"What's life without love?" She would ask, while he had her arms wrapped around his waist.
"Not nearly as happy as this." He kissed her neck, she laughed through the night.
They loved loving each other. The couple ran thoguh the forests, and city streets, to reside in their apartment: their home. The history in that space would pile to the levels of the sky.
He held her, she ran her fingers through his thick hair. He ran his hands down her sides, gentle with every step.
She was breathless, her eyes were shut, and her heart fluttered. She would always love him, and he would too.
"Huey...Huey." She would say.
And the two could keep living on this way, forever perfect for each other. In eternal bliss.
Laughing