This was love.
This was what my childhood dreamed of; being whisked away by a handsome prince while riding on the back of a white steed. The sky glistened deep sunset hues. The air around us seemed to sparkle as we shared our first kiss.
There was no horse, but I was taken away by some force that wasn't there before. The sky may not have glistened, but my heart did. The air lacks sparkle, but I can see it in my eyes every time I utter his name.
So this is love.
This is love.