"So what have you planned for tonight?" he asked. "Just wait and see," she replied softly, her lips lightly grazing his as she gave him a soft kiss.

He nibbled on her bottom lip a bit, enjoying the sweet taste of her lipstick as he did so, its flavor intensified by the absence of his most prominent sense. "Mmmmm," he whispered to her, lips tracing gently around to her neck to tempt it with little nibbles, "You taste good."

She gave him one more little kiss, then pulled away neatly and took both of his hands in hers. "Now, this is where you have to trust me, can you do that?"

He reversed her grip on her hands, lifted them up to her lips. "For you, of course. My life is in your hands, tonight and for always."

He could not see the light shining in her eyes, but he knew that she was smiling.

"Then follow me," she whispered, lightly leading him by the hand. He followed the light sound of her skirt rustling quietly as she walked, the scent of her favorite perfume. It was amazing, even without his sense of sight, he still found he knew exactly where she was, and he could still see her every movement in his mind. And god, was she beautiful in his mind. Skin so smooth, the palest of ivory white, hair the color of the crimson flame, eyes that captured his soul. And how they had captured his soul. From the moment they had met, he had been entranced by her.

He had just been standing off in the shade, reading and not really paying attention, when he had heard her laugh. He had looked up, saw her, and become transfixed by her. She had been sitting on a bench with three of her friends, laughing at something only girls could possibly find amusing. And then the three of them had tittered and laughed, taking off to somewhere else they had to be. And he had continued to watch her, suddenly curious as to what she would do next.

She had closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them, she had met his gaze with one that equaled his own. It had shaken him to the very core of his soul, those green eyes of his, and he surprised himself by going up and introducing himself to her. She had offered him her name in return for his own, and before long they were walking around the park together, laughing and joking as if they had been friends for their entire life.

And now, it was almost 3 years later. Where had the time gone? He didn't know, he just knew that he was standing in the middle of her living room, ready to blindly follow her wherever she went, do whatever she asked or desired. For she was his, and he was hers.

"Is this the place?" he asked her teasingly, "We're just standing in your living room, and I've been here before."

"No, its not," she replied warmly. "It's just that I wanted to see you standing here for a moment; I can't believe that in just a few short months, I will get to see you standing here everyday, that I will wake up every morning with you next to me. I just can't believe it, it still seems like a dream."

He took a step towards her, arms outstretched as he found he did not perfectly know where she was. She took a step forward to meet him, caressed his face lovingly, tracing the outline of the face of the man she had come to know and love.
"You complete me, and I don't know how, I only know that you do. It surprises me, scares me, and makes me want to scream for joy, all at once, because I can't understand it, just accept it. And that's why I want to take you to the place we're going to next, to show you what you mean to me."

He heard her open the closet door, she helped him into his coat, did up each button one by one, kissing him softly even as she did so.

Taking him softly by the hand, she led him out the door, put her arm around his waist and led him down the street slowly.

"Do you remember our first date?" she asked, gving him a small squeeze as she gazed into his eyes.

He nodded, the memory still vivid and fresh in his mind. "You said you knew this perfect little place for the two of us to go for lunch. You arrived at my house at quarter past eleven, a wicker picnic basket under your arms, filled with a blanket, two plates, and a bottle of wine. You took me to the store, and together we picked out everything we'd want to eat on our picnic together. I chose a long baguette of bread, you picked up a small container of strawberry cream cheese to go with it. We spend a fair bit of time at the deli deciding what kind of meat to get, but eventually I let you pick the pastrami because while I loved the expression on your face when you argued, it was always your smile that filled me with happiness down to my toes. We also bought strawberries, and whipped cream, and we swiped some plastic cutlery from a little bakery we passed on our way down to the waterfront."

He turned his head towards her, "And what happened next?" he asked, daring her to remember.

"You tried to help me lay out the picnic blanket, but it was too windy, and kept trying to blow away, wrapping itself around us instead of lying flat on the ground like it was supposed to."

She smiled at him, moved a little closer to him as she continued to lead him down the street. "And you said that it was better that way, that it was the Divine's way of telling us that we should just wrap the blanket around ourselves and sit like that instead of sitting far apart on the blanket."

"I still can't believe that actually worked," he said, smiling and laughing at the memory. I was sure you weren't going to buy into that one."

"Oh, but I did. You looked too cute sitting on the grass with the blanket wrapped around you, and there was no way I was going to pass up a chance to be in your arms as the boats passed us by."

His grin grew even wider. "And so we spent the afternoon with the blanket wrapped around us both, feeding each other the contents of that basket, and came to realize that what we had was what we'd both been searching for."

"Yes, and that it was." She removed her hand from his waist, reached up and lifted off the silk that covered his eyes. She kissed each lid softly, "You can open your eyes now," she whispered in his ear.

He to opened his eyes slowly, never sure what he was going to see. Throughout the entire time they had been dating, she had continually surprised him with both trinkets and words that never ceased to blow his mind. She wrote him poetry, bought him tickets to see his favorite band, spent hours just listening to whatever ramblings he found he needed to say; everytime he thought there was nothing else she could do for him, she found just one more thing. She amazed him, continually, effortlessly, perpetually. And he was in love with her.

She stood before him, whole and offering, her eyes shining with a light he had never seen before. He looked at her, eyes wondering and asking, "Is this for real?"

"Yep, she responded, taking him completely into her arms and kissing him in such a way that he felt his whole body grow warm. "I'm going to be with her forever," he thought, "all my dreams have really come true."