You and the Pogues are out on the boat, soaking in the sun. Suddenly, a song starts playing—your song, the one you share with JJ. He looks at you, and you glance back, both thinking the exact same thing.

Sarah breaks the silence, teasing “This is gonna be cute,” and the rest of the pouges start laughing. JJ turns around, catching everyone’s eye.

As soon as the lyrics kick in, you start singing to him “Alabama, Arkansas.”

JJ picks up right where you left off “I do love my ma and pa.”

You laugh and continue, “But not the way that I do love you.”

JJ, in his own way, sings the next line, “Well, holy moly, me oh my,” and you finish it, “You’re the apple of my eye.”

The Pogues keep watching, but neither of you cares. JJ sings again, “Girl, I’ve never loved one like you.”

“Remember that song?” you ask him, smiling.

“Always will,” he replies softly.

“I love you, JJ,” you whisper, and he kisses you.