The couple whose angels led them in

She was one that was created with God's best design.  Able to take any situation and make it just that much better.  Being blessed to be with her was an understatement he woke up every morning trying to find the words to perfectly describe her.  She grasped on to him the way a spider monkey grabbed a tree for full support while swinging the jungle.  The way she brought about a fire and passion within him to aspire to be his best and chase down his dreams no matter how expansive or wild.  When he would look at her they all seemed to be not only doable but exciting in ways he thought he had covered in his mind.  She gave him ideas and was the biggest supportive cheerleader anyone could have asked for.  His artistic talent created objects to be sold in a business that she had named for him, giving a name to his passion and placing a piece of her within each piece that was created within.  He had given her a name as well that he only used with her.  It sounds like eggos, the waffles, she said.  But to him it encapsulated everything of her to him.  There was a certain quality of intellect that she possessed that always made him respect her knowledge but also want to learn from her, hearing her speak on any subject immediately perked up his ears and devoted his entire attention to her voice.  She was someone who placed a flag down in his heart thus claiming it as hers and a marker to fend off any other villains.  He wore the flag proudly and anytime he made a misstep he reflected back on the flag as a reminder of the path that made him happiest.  Time spent with her was priceless, moments that he treasured and constantly ran back through to brighten his day or any particular time that he missed her most.  This was one of those times.  His heart ached and he knew the pain was his own doing.  He missed her like crazy and she ran through his mind so frequently that he almost felt as if he was in a different reality sometimes.  Like putting the cereal box in the fridge and the milk in the cupboard.  But love makes you do crazy things.  He hadn't seen her in a time and knowing that tonight under the stars of the dance hall he would be lucky enough for his eyes to lay upon her again brought forth fireworks from his body so intense that an outsider probably did see them explode around him.  Tonight he had to be the most presentable he ever was.  He had to clean himself up like he was putting himself up on Ebay to the highest bidder.  A fresh haircut was achieved earlier that day making what was left of his mop into something that resembled a young sexy Johnny Depp.....okay okay, more like a normal Tobey McGuire but he can fantasize!   A shower was necessary and he must've brushed his teeth eight times before he was happy with the results.  Once his body was cleaner than it was when it was new, he chose an outfit he knew she would love.  He remembered her once saying she liked a particular button down and pants so he dug out the exact outfit donning it proudly in the mirror.  With a few spays of a cologne in a green bottle that she had gotten him one christmas he was just about ready to make his way to the dance to meet his vixen.
The hall was decorated beautifully with the theme of being under the stars made noticeable everywhere.  Silk drapes were hung all around the walls while strings of lights looped around the ceiling with a few left to dangle to simulate a starry night sky the best they could.  The patio doors were open to a small balcony that looked over the city and the temperature outside was just a degree around perfection.  He arrived nervous knowing that he had a lot of things to make up for and a million things he wanted to say to her but he knew the second he saw her that his heart would take over and he would forget how to speak and just want to hold her.  The other patrons milled around here and there with a healthy amount taking to the dance floor to show off just how much they didn't know about dancing.  He took a lap around the building admiring the decorations and greeting a few people he knew.  With each tick of the clock he grew more nervous as the anticipation of seeing her was growing inside of him.  The next moment was almost like a moment out of one of his favorite films.  The doors opened at the front of the room and there she was.  He couldn't tell if it was his imagination or not but she was glowing.  The aura around her gave up the most positive of vibes and you immediately felt at ease and excited.  This was his moment.  Grabbing a two drinks from a nearby snack table he made his way over to her from behind so she wouldn't see him immediately.  Once behind her he practically fell head over heels right then and there.  It made him happy to no end that she was a short girl and when he smelled her perfume it let out the floodgates of all his most prized memories of her.  Belting out tunes during trips, shopping for chili ingredients, holding hands at amusement parks, watching television with her head in his lap, bringing her lunch at work, the fierce video game matches.  Her touch, the way she breathed and how her eyes looked at him with a combination of interest, love, and care.
"Care for a drink?"
She whirled around and their eyes met.  The time apart was like a blip on a radar at that point and he was struck by how gorgeous she was.  A long black dress hugged her body in ways only he knew and her hair allowed a few strands to hang over her brown eyes adding that extra sexy look.
She took the drink and smiled.
"I was kind of hoping I would see you here."
He tried desperately to make sure his heart stayed inside his body.  Was he blushing?
"I miss you."
Not the best response to her question but he really did mean it.  She looked away letting a twinge of hurt show across her face.
"I...was worried.  Worried you had gotten lost or would....hurt."
Something in her caused her to stop and look up at him.  He knew what she was going to say, he'd always known.  He wanted to stop the world from turning right then and there and tell her that he would never dream of doing such a thing.  How could he explain to her that his atonement would be rectified and that his heart's mission was to make her happy, that she was what made existence worth any price of admission.  A billion words blew through his mind in every combination possible.  But as they looked into each other's eyes, it all seemed to communicate perfect without a single syllable uttered.  Her eyes shown a layer of water that held itself back, the look on her face waiting for one single thing.  He knew it without hesitation.
"I love you."
Once the words left his lips it was like a calming ocean ran over her.  She repeated the words back to him and they embraced like two lost lovers who had been separated by war for years.  They held tight as could be, fingers tracing each other's backs.  As if it was meant to be, a song began to play over the speakers and the lights above them started twinkling.

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With each strum of the bass of the song they swayed their bodies to the beat.  Her arms around his shoulders and his hands firmly holding her from every being away.  The world around them blurred and the lights took them to an all too familiar place.  Each other.  He caressed her body and leaned his lips close to her ear.
"I'm sorry darlin."
He didn't need any kind of acknowledgment, he could feel the muscles of her face creating a smile on her lips as his cheek rested on hers.  She squeezed him tighter as they floated off of the dance floor.  The stars twinkled around them and comets zoomed by as the moved to the beat.  They kissed one another as they passed the sun, warming them and lighting them up, energizing their insides.  Under them, the others danced on oblivious to the two flying high above in each other's arms.
"I love you"
They danced the same dance for hours never leaving the other's side.  The night continued on and on and the stars kept twinkling. Twinkling for the couple whose angels led them in.