I still remember the first time I told you I love you. It was your nineteenth birthday and we were having coffee. We did not talk much that day, but we smiled at each other. A lot. As I was drinking my Javachip frappuccino, I caught your brown eyes as they set onto mine. And just like that, without thinking much, those three words slipped out from my mouth. Your eyes widened a little in surprise, and I will never forget how your lips slowly curved up to form the most beautiful and genuine smile I have ever seen. And I smiled back while thinking how I have fallen in love with you even more.
“What’s the best thing that ever happened to you?” he asked her.
“You,” she answered proudly. “And yours?”
He gave her a little smile and held her hands tightly before answering, “Us.”