Seth and I walked hand in hand through the park the next evening when the summer air was warm and fragrant with jasmine in full bloom. Overhead was a purpling, orange canvas, the sun sitting low on the horizon. It was one of those moments so rarely found that it looked beyond time, emotionless to the complications of our past. As we walked, all the sounds of laughter and conversation drifted around us, an orchestra of life that, in this moment, bound me to something bigger and infinitely beautiful.
Seth squeezed my hand, tugging me a bit closer, and I looked up at him. His features seemed softened by the golden light of dusk; he was smiling, that boyish grin that had first seized upon my heart. "You know," he said, his voice low and intimate, "I don't think I've ever been this happy."
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