You were oozing excitement from every pore, you couldn’t sit still in the seat of Chris’s car and the boy found it hilarious. He was glancing at you every half a second, trying to pay attention to the road, but he almost didn’t want to. The sight of your 32-tooth smile was too beautiful to miss, like a sunset on the beach that you had been waiting for hours and hours.

You were on your way to the tattoo appointment you’d made two weeks ago, finally fully convinced to get the tattoo that would mark the real beginning of everything; the date you and Chris started dating. Even though you weren’t an emotional person or one who liked to show your feelings, the mere thought of it made your eyes sting uncomfortably, sighs escaping your glossy lips.

“You happy?” Silly question, because he knew you were, and he was even three times happier. His hand found your thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze as you gave him a small nod in response. “You know I’m never going to stop talkin’ ‘bout this, yeah? This is so fuckin’ important to me.” Chris meant it when he said it, his heart feeling like it was about to explode with love or just walk out of his chest in that moment.