-1When Sam Meets Girl
She often thinks that he must have mistaken her for someone else the night he met her, and she's been living someone else's life now for three months, because this kind of thing happens in movies, and not in real life. They happen in books and fairytales, and that's about it.
Apparently not, because he's taking her out for dinner tonight at the most expensive restaurant in town, and he knows who she is. He's probably the only one who does.
She's fixing her hair in the mirror, though he's told her a thousand times just how perfect he thinks it is, just like it is, but she's got to get it just right. She's a perfectionist, like that, and it's only one of the things he loves about her (isn't it a little early to bring out that word, she asks. No, he says, and plants a kiss on her forehead).
She clips the last straying strand of hair into place, and smiles, because his words in her mind remind her that she doesn't have to be perfect; that she already is in his eyes. That's she's beautiful and perfect and wonderful in his eyes.
He wraps his hand around her waist.
And that's beautiful, perfect, wonderful. A thousand words she can't think of at the moment, because he's taken her by the hand, and she can think of nothing else but him.
He can't think of another thing but her, (and how late they are for their dinner reservations, because she doesn't think she's perfect enough, when he knows the exact opposite is true).