I sit there. Staring at my feet. The sweet smelling smoke from your cigarette wafts past me. I look up at you. Your pretty, girlish features are framed by your long blonde hair. You place the cigarette between your soft pink lips and take a draw. The cherry brightens as you do so. Leaving an orange glow on your face. Your hand floats down to your lap, cigarette poised between your index and middle finger. You notice my attentions and smile at me. I sit up and move in to kiss those soft pink lips that I was gazing at only moments before. You blow the smoke in my face and giggle playfully. I laugh along with you and poke you in the stomach. This starts a war of poking, punching, biting and pinching. You bite my neck and move back. I wrap my hands around your slender waist and pull you close to me. Your lips are a mere inch from mine. I look into your beautiful blue eyes and whisper to you "I love you." "I love you." You reply, breathless. We kiss and the world fades away. Leaving only us. I don't even notice the man who was sitting next to us get up and walk away.