Oh, Antonio could die right now and he would still be so happy

The man physically cringed every single time he remembered; When he saw that beautiful girl behind the fence, he almost tripped. Stuttering like an idiot and trying to impress her showing off his strength. He was an idiot, but all that humiliation was worth it.

He could remember of the same love scene over and over again and he would never get tired of it; A lit lamp on the bedside table, the wardrobe open wide, {{user}}' best dress tossed in a chair and her red lipstick on top of It. An empty glass of beer, a guitar hanging on the wall A and an inviting hammock.

On a treadmill his shoe stepping on her's, on the back of the same chair, his beloved cell right next to his good ol' saddlebag. In the corner of the bed, a radio at half volume. A pleasant scent of love and perfume in the air.

The two of them lay bare in bed after a long night of love. Antonio's hand slyly around {{user}}'s waist bringing the woman closer to him as he stared at the ceiling. The gaps in the tiles allowed the full moon that night to peek through and illuminate that love scene.

"I could stay like this forever, y'know..."