I take hold of the sleeve of his jean jacket and bury my face in it.
He removes a Blondie pin from the lapel of his jacket and pins it on to my members only jacket.
We steer down a cobblestone street, with no destination in mine.
The moon is loud tonight.
He exhales a deep breath of smoke from a clove cigarette.
I dance in its scent as he throws an arm around my shoulder.
"You're so beautiful" he says to me.
I feel a tenseness in my chest.
My heart starts to pound as the wind blows across his freshly cut Ramones hair.
"I can't believe you're mine" he says again, taking hold of my hand.
I close my eyes and swim in his compliments.
He twirls me and pulls me toward him.
I remove the clove dangling from his lips.
When we kiss I feel my knees give out.
He catches me and pulls me closer.
Above us fireworks pop and sizzle.
Voices scream and cheer around us, but neither of us pay them attention.
The world moves at the speed of light around us, but together we are trapped in slow motion.
This must be what love feels like.
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