It was a cold night. We sat beside each other with the softness of sand beneath our feet, watching as the waves crash the shores, feeling the shivering wind blowing across our skin. The night sky was the only thing watching us, along with Milky Way and Luna. They were our only audience in that evening that almost felt so heavenly.
It was cold, indeed, but your hands never were. In fact, they were as warm as ever. And as you hold mine, I continuously felt your warmth coursing through it, crossing from yours to mine. And I heard the thumping of your heart. Or so it was mine, I think. I don't know.
Nevertheless, that night was majestic enough. And we understood our silence very well that we don't even need words to describe our love.