Perfect

It was so loud I couldn’t think.
I was looking at my second shot
of the night.
I don’t do shots.
I have three rules.
I don’t do shots.
I don’t do strip clubs
and I…
I never remember my third rule.
But here I was
tossing back my second shot
of Jack.
Luckily, Lone Star was close by
and sobered me up.
It was so loud I couldn’t focus.
The music was horrible.
The singers were terrible.
But I was having fun
because you were there.
And your eyes were radiant.
And your smile, beautiful.
And your laugh,
your laugh was my heart’s own.
I expected nothing from this night.
It was so loud I couldn’t breathe.
And then you leaned in,
your hand on my shoulder,
your breath on my neck.
And you said,
“I love you. I want to marry you.”
What little breath I had left me.
My mind raced.
All the things I could say.
“I feel the same.”
“I’ve wanted to hear that for so long.”
It was so quiet.
All I heard was your voice.
All I felt was your touch.
My breath came racing back
and I said,
“I love you. I want to marry you.”
You smiled and the room glowed.
You kissed me
and slowly the music came back.
The music roared.
The singers sang.
And it was perfect.
It was the night.
It was you and it was me
and it was perfect.