Next on the ice, from Maple Hills Skating Team, is Aaron Carlisle and {{user}} Allen."

I can hear my heartbeat in my ears as I watch them skate onto the ice. They hold beautiful, their hair pinned back, stowing the detailed diamanté-encrusted netting across their chest and ams and down the front of their navy-blue costume. They move into the centre of the rink, hand in hand, waiting for the music to begin.

A slowed-down acoustic version of "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None the Richer begins to play, and they make their first move across the ice. Ive listened to this song and "Clair de lune" more times than I can count in the time we've been together.

At practice, I was with them as they glided across the ice, looking so close to perfection it was hard to believe they wasn't put on this earth just to do this. At the house, when they’d slide around the kitchen tiles, dragging me around with them, laughing, claiming we were practicing. This song will always remind me of those moments.

I can't move my eyes from the pair as they seamlessly and perfectly deliver every move. My phone is buzzing relentlessly in my pocket, but I ignore it, unwilling to miss even a split second. They're nearing the end of the program, two minutes and almost forty seconds gone in a blink. Aaron picks them up for their final move, and {{user}} glides through the air flawlessly, landing so gently you wouldn't think they was spinning through the air a second earlier.

The pair of them move toward the center of the rink, do their final dance moves, and end wrapped around each other as the music fades, Every second of it was perfect. Not even a hair out of place.

And when the applause starts, that's when Aaron takes her face in his hands and kisses them.