I know I'm not beautiful,

but I'm glad you think so.

We stood in the hotel lobby, hands clasped together and intertwined.

The hotel dimmed around him, it sounded so cliché. But it was true. It was real. It wasn't a dream, it wasn't pretend. It was happening.

I breathed in every moment of it.

If my life had become a movie, I wondered where the camera was and where to look.

"You look beautiful," he said.

I had no freaking idea why. He was so gorgeous I didn't have words. I blushed and said "thank you" a thousand times over.

"Are we going out now? You ready?"

I nodded.

We stepped out into the cold air, and I stayed close by him. Looking in his eyes, was like gazing at the thousands of stars above. I don't think there was a way to mask my admiration.


It caught his attention.

"I love you."

I stepped into the shower, and in the corner of my eye, I saw a dark figure. I gasped and jumped away, fearing the very worst.

It turned out to be a bath mat, left hanging up to dry.

We both laughed and he pulled it off from its rack, stomping it on the ground for me.

"I've got it! Don't worry!" he joked.

I could only laugh.

How did I end up with someone like you?

How in the world?

I reached out to touch the bark, while we were out walking.

He paused and looked thoughtfully at my outstretched arm.

"Your arm is beautiful."

We were back in the hotel again, smiling at each other sheepishly.

Despite all we'd ever been through, we still told each other,

"I love you."

"I love you too."

And that was love for me. That's what it meant.

Standing together through it all, apologizing for our faults, and forgiving one another. Doing the best for each other, and staying connected.

That's what it always was for me.

And I love that I get to love you.

Remember that time, Love?

When anything felt possible?

When we gazed at each other steadily.

I still love you all the more.

All the more, love.

And never give up.

A/N: Something special to me. A place to remember the beautiful moments in a relationship. That's what this is about.

I think it's important to make time for memories- cause that's what connects us.

Revision of the story "You" from my fanfiction account. Without the certain character of course.