Writing: Moment in Time - What It Would Be Like

He wasn't sure what he was going to do when he saw her. It could be like a movie, sweeping her in his arms and holding her as if he was never to let her go. Kiss her upturned lips as the soundtrack begins to play in the background, followed by a fade to black, and sixty-second commercials. He would tell her how much he loved her in a long speech, broken up by dramatic plots, only to be finished in the next episode. He smiled as he thought about it on his ride. He could picture it all in his mind and wondered how she would take it if events played out like that.

It could be like a play, with him on his knee in front of her, professing his love in an epic monologue, complete with flowery speech and prose. She would swoon at his verbose speech and give him a single red rose to indicate her love for him. Something tragic would happen, such as her family protesting to our scandalous affair, claiming that loving one such as me would destroy their family. An extended sword fight full of parry and thrust ensues, only to find that he and her are the only two standing. He would take her in his arms and kiss her as the lights begin to fade to a roaring applause. He laughed at the thought as he walked from his car to the building. She was unique enough to appreciate that kind of imaginative event occurring.

It could be like a movie, set far into the reaches of the future, perhaps on a distant planet, perhaps on Terra Firma. After fighting his way back to her, after long years separated, he would rush to her side, scarred and battle-weary, sweep her into his arms as an explosion rocks a futuristic city in the backdrop. Millions of dollars spent in computer generated effects, and he holds her lips to his in an embrace that both of them knew wasn't in the script. Despite a director shouting cut, they continue to kiss, bodies pressed to each other. The headlines in the Hollywood star magazines would have their picture with the headline "Lovers?". He stopped a moment and thought about it, picturing them followed by security and paparazzi in equal measure. The thought occupied him until he saw her.

Each scenario played through his head as he walked towards her, still unsure on how he would approach her after being away from her for so long. She smiled, his heart sang. He realized that everything he imagined was playing out in one perfect moment. He took her in his arms and kissed her, feeling her soft lips against his, the soundtrack in his mind playing, the lights beginning to fade until it spotlighted only them, and the explosion in his heart. He would never be sure if she thought the same things in that moment, but her smile and his silence were the only things said after the kiss. No words were needed, both knew that they loved each other and finally their time could begin.