The movie

The day had arrived, my heart beat fast,  

Excitement bubbling, would it truly last?  

"What should I wear? What would he say?"  

Thoughts danced wildly, leading my way.  

A mirror reflection, a nervous stare,  

Fixing my hair with utmost care.  

Minutes felt like hours, time stretched thin,  

Dreams of this moment stirring within.  

Finally, it’s time; I step out the door,  

Butterflies swarming like never before.  

There you stand, as calm as the skies,  

Our eyes meet—yours melt into mine.  

The silence grows heavy, my voice stays shy,  

You break it with "Hey," and I barely reply.  

A smile escapes me, soft and true,  

Side by side, we journey to the venue.  

Inside the theater, the movie begins,  

But my focus strays to where you’ve been.  

I want to steal glances, see your face,  

Yet my courage falters in this quiet space.  

Your hand reaches out, warm and steady,  

Holding mine—my heart feels unready.  

“Why so cold?” you whisper, sincere,  

In my mind, the answer is clear—*it’s you, my dear.*  

I smile and say, “Oh, I don’t know,”  

But the blush on my cheeks begins to show.  

You let the moment linger, no words to spare,  

While I wish you'd disturb the calm we share.  

Intermission comes, a fleeting chance,  

A shared look, a brief, stolen glance.  

A touch, a whisper, so close, so near,  

Yet not enough to calm my fear.  

The movie unfolds, but I barely see,  

The plot replaced by thoughts of ""we.""  

It ends, and I realize, beyond the screen,  

Your presence made it a magical scene.  

The credits roll, and the world feels new,  

For the story that mattered was "me and you."