Maya laughed, the sound bright against the slow rhythm. "And I remember you crying because you couldn't get back down. We were just kids then, Leo."
The chorus swelled, filling the room with the promise of a future.
"I'm just taking a mental picture," Leo replied. He thought about the lyrics—about not deserving this, about seeing his future in her eyes. It wasn't just a song; it was the map of the life he wanted to build with her. Ed Sheeran - Perfect [TRADUÇÃO]
As the first acoustic chords of drifted through the speakers, Leo felt that familiar pull. He reached for her hand—it was cold, just like it always was when she was nervous. He led her to the center of the floor, under the dim, warm glow of the overhead lights.
"We still are," he said, pulling her a little closer. "We were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was." Maya laughed, the sound bright against the slow rhythm
They moved in a slow, unpracticed circle. Around them, the party was a blur of motion and noise, but in the pocket of their embrace, it was quiet. Leo looked at her—really looked at her—and saw the history they shared written in the corners of her eyes. He saw the summers at the lake, the quiet study nights, and the way she always knew exactly how he took his coffee before he even asked.
"I found a love for me," the singer’s voice began, smooth and steady. "I'm just taking a mental picture," Leo replied
Maya was "perfect" in the way only someone you’ve known since childhood can be. She wasn't a stranger he’d met at a party; she was the girl who used to climb the oak tree in his backyard, now transformed into a woman in a midnight-blue dress.