Moonlight Magic;

This blog is a true testament to how endlessly busy I have been the past month or so. Mock trial, school, home life, yearbook, newspaper, literary magazine, breathing...I was in dire need of this week off. I finally caught up on my sleep, and the bags underneath my tired eyes are slowly disappearing. I have been wishing for some inspiration, and I think I have finally found him.
I am going to paint an entirely trite situation with my words for my own tranquility.
We went for a drive and ended up in the park, as most romantic encounters often begin. The sun roof was down, and the wind was upon us, rustling his hair in the most perfect manner. The Shins were at top volume, and my lungs burned with their words. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, slightly smiling at my performance. His hand brushed my face as he gently pushed my hair behind my ear while my heart grew weak. The stars were dancing in flawless motion, twinkling in approval of our twilight adventure.
As he opened the door for me, the crisp air filled my tired lungs, and he took my hand to guide me through nightfall. We reached the swings and a burst of excitement was evident; I absolutely adore swing sets. The freedom that arises with each push provides a sense of eternity within the soul. The higher and higher you soar, the more powerful you are. You have nothing standing in your way but the wind, which is no match for your existence. The flying is ephemeral but the feeling is infinite. He pushed me slowly, tickling me each chance he was granted and laughter penetrated the calmness of the park. But after a minute or so of playful tactics, he pulled me close and refused to let go. He explained to me how the swings represented our relationship: every time I push away, he will do everything in his power to pull me back. And then he kissed me with the stars as our witnesses.
As the night progressively mimicked the arctic, he offered his jacket which I rejected in exchange for his embrace. We continued to swing, hand in hand, heart to heart. The evening could not have reached a higher plateau of wonder.
School starts back tomorrow. Bring on the stress.