[ He lifts her up, and her hands find their way to his shoulders for support. The room and other guests spin around them, but he alone stays in focus. His smile is as beautiful as the world itself, how could she not be breathless from that alone?

When she's placed back on the ground, she ends their dance with an embrace, a tender kiss upon his cheek, and a silly and completely smitten grin. Just like when she had first started to fall for him, she feels that same, familiar tightness within her chest, both gripping, painful, and wonderful at once.... ] I'll do that as many times as you need, maybe more.

[ Softly, she kisses him again-- this time on the lips. Parting from him, she whispers: ] Maybe if it's enough, it won't be so much as lifting, but you flying.