a/n: Omen: Devon's adorable, playful Husky.

As we slowly drift around the
uneven gravel floor,
being interrupted by Omen at all the
wrong moments,
my head rests on your
broad chest,
and I realize
we don't have a song.

You turn on the radio,
and whatever song comes on first is
ours.

By some divine miracle, the first song is
by Linkin Park (my favorite band).
Faint.

The paradox of it is beautiful.
The lyrics are so opposite of this
amazing thing we have.
But I love it.
I love it.
I love you.

And now, it's
our song.

a/n: I kind of by accident made the last word/line of every stanza italic. Cool how that happens sometimes, huh?