Two days of beautiful moments.
After sitting around in a friend's basement for a while we decided to let off some of our youthful energy (it being the summer and us being teenagers, and there being no curfews of course). We fashioned some fake weapons out of cardboard boxes and duct tape and went to the nearby field and ran around like maniacs pretending we were spys and such, mind you many of us would have been completely mortified if anyone from our schools had seen.
Being able to act like a kid when everyone around you is trying to act as mature as possible was unimaginably fun.
But what made it beatiful was that after the games and the fun the lot of us laid down in the field and watched the skys and realised it was a meteor shower, so we stared in awe of the shooting stars and talked absolutely openly about everything. It was amazing.
The next day was a friends birthday so we decided to celebrate it by sleeping outside to watch the second half of the meteor shower.
The most memorable moment of the whole two days was waking up outside in the morning and feeling the sun warming your whole body and the moment you open your eyes seeing a gorgeous clear sky, surrounded by your best friends and knowing at the time it was the best time of your so far short life.
(lo_ho_ho_la, Sun 13 Mar 2005, 6:33, Reply)

The best night of my life
was spent on St.Giles Hill, Winchester. There's a viewpoint up there that looks over winchester (directly in line with the highstreet).

It's quiet, it's calm and its a beautiful view. My friends and I used to walk up there with some food and a torch and smoke the night away, staring at the stars or the town.

Truelly beautiful.

Should any of you find yourselves in Winchester, I heartily reccomend chilling out up there.
(Dr.Yogi the Potwasher, Sun 13 Mar 2005, 3:56, Reply)

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H U G - not molest!

Very funny!! But I am not Michael Jackson.
(Gabstar, Sun 13 Mar 2005, 2:40, Reply)

Beautiful
Back in 1997 I went on a holiday to the West Coast of the US with my family. Apart from making the most wonderful friends on this holiday, I had a complete spiritual epiphany.

I had never travelled before, so I was not sure what to expect from the US. Not much. After seeing many wonderful places, we ended up at the Grand Canyon. It was winter and the air was rarified, so clear and I can still taste it.

There were busloads of people there, about 200 just milling around, and everyone was silent in the afternoon sun. I don't quite remember the sunset, but I do remember this overwhelming feeling of serenity and peace just looking down into the canyon. It was wonderful. I wanted to be alone with this feeling, but I also wanted to hug everyone I loved.

It made me feel so special to be part of the human experience of this place. It was like being in an outdoor cathedral. I looked at the bottom of the Canyon, into the river and realised I was very lucky to witness this natural event, which on the scale of eternity, is something very brief and fleeting.

I then went and bought a beautiful silver necklace in the shape of a hawk (I think). On days where I need to remember that feeling that all my troubles are so insignificant, I dig out that necklace and wear it.

Good question! Whoever said this is like confession is right. But this is what confession should be - nice things. No wonder I stopped going to church.
(Gabstar, Sun 13 Mar 2005, 2:38, Reply)

flying above the sahara
on the way to kenya, in the small hours. i couldn't sleep because of a baby crying in the plane, so i got up and went to the window to look out. i watched the sun rise across the desert below, and we were high enough to see the curve of the earth. the colours were so pure - a large orange sun, sky blending from yellow to pink to blue. flawless and breathtaking.
(moik, Sun 13 Mar 2005, 1:44, Reply)

Beautiful moments?
Probably most beautiful was a trip I went on at school, which took in most of the battlefields of World War 1. I didn't really know what to expect, and I certainly did not think I would be affected so profoundly and emotionally. Our tour guides made us realise, that but for an accident of fate, we would have been forced off to our deaths in that godawful war. We retraced the steps of a typical Pals batallion, starting off with high spirited songs, and camaraderie, but such jollity was soon tempered by a sense of the enormity of this history we barely understood. So many moments stand out from that trip, such as seeing your name, and everyone elses name scuplted in a giant marble monument; wandering through the largest, quietest graveyard I have ever seen, while a gentle rain pattered down; wandering through tunnels dug before my grandfather was born; Seeing what a shell does to a man's face; retracing the battle of the Somme, in a field where you still can't walk on most of it due to all the live munitions still buried there...

But the crux, the emotional highpoint was the Menin Gate ceremony, a nightly remembance ceremony, carried out ever since the armistice, interrupted briefly by the Nazi occupation. Until that service, I had only understood the horrors of WW1 from a distant, intellectual perspective, but when the peals of the Last Post echoed intolerably loudly throughout the Gate, and my ears, I could stand no more and broke down in tears. After the service, the traffic started to flow through the gate again, but my tears hadn't stopped, and I was filled with a compulsion to truly honour the dead. Walking out in to the cold night of Ypres, the dazzling lights stinging the eyes, I turned about and saluted the monument... not out of nationalism, but out of kinship, for men who were in an utterly fucked up situation, but still managed to carry out some acts of benevolence, and valour. Truly beautiful moment...


Later on that evening, when we were on the coach back to the hostel, they played one of the most beautifully chilling choral works I have ever heard, which seemed to express the sorrow felt for these mere boys, barely men, cut down for no fucking reason at all. Every single last person on the coach broke down in tears, probably slightly less than a hundred people. I had never seen, or felt anything like it...but it still wasn't as powerful as the salute.

Probably hard for anyone to understand who hasn't been on one of these trips, but I count it as one of the very best weeks of my entire life.

No apologies for length,
( PopePollo defloculating the soup of the surreal, Sun 13 Mar 2005, 1:37, Reply)

Too many but here goes...
One of my nicest memories is when I was 16, having a sleepover with some friends. End of the GCSEs so lots of parties and things. Anyway, my boyfriend and i were sleeping on a single mattress thing, and he was just staring into my eyes and said 'You are so beautiful'. It was the first time I'd ever heard it where it really meant something. It was just such an innocent time as well, everything was so uncomplicated. Next beautiful moment was when he told me he loved me for the first time... Of course we only went out for about 6 months but it was great...

Another great time was when it finally happened with the guy I'd been in love with secretly for over a year. He was my best friend, and I couldn't tell him. Again I had people round at my house, and we were all watching a film in the front room. I asked the guy if i could go under his arm cos I was stretching out on the sofa, so he put his arm around me. Then as the film went on, I started to stroke his tummy slightly, and I noticed his hand started to move towards mine. I remember it was moving so slowly... My heart was beating so fast, and when our hands finally touched (after about 20 minutes!) , it was like *and excuse the corniness* magic. It was the most wonderful moment I know, and whilst further things happened, nothing quite topped that one moment. At that moment, it really felt like we were the only two people in the world. It's amazing that something just like holding hands can be so intimate and exciting. It turned out he'd liked me for ages as well but had been too scared to do anything about it. It's pretty strange but I still remember that one hand holding moment more than any other experience with boyfriends! It really was magical... I may cry now...

Gigs include Coldplay playing Shiver at V2003, for the end of the festival, then Keane playing Bedshaped as their final song at both gigs I've been to (especially the Islington one last week though, as it was being filmed for Comic Relief, so all this red glitter came down from the ceiling). I was with someone pretty special to me at that last one, so it was good to be able to share the moment...
(monkeymadness, Sun 13 Mar 2005, 1:31, Reply)

Well, it's got to be one including jenny (for those of you familiar with our little history)
It's early summer, we're at sixth form, a group just been down to the asda nearby to buy lunch, we're all relaxing in the park out the back of the school. Evereyone else goes off to their respective lessons, but Jenny and I have the afternoon off. We spend the entire afternoon lying in the long grass on our backs, talking about my going off to uni in september and remenicing about the best times we'd had. Jenny was horribly dperessed at the time thanks to the realisation half her friends would be off to uni within months and her boyfriend cheating on her the previous week. Our conversation cheered her up so much she was practically skipping home, and just the feeling of making her so happy was just....perfect.

This was back when i kept a livejournal, and i got a massive hug the next day for this entry
( Yeknom. Incontinence and Premature ejaculation? Easy come, easy go., Sun 13 Mar 2005, 1:31, Reply)

ah, nature!
I had many wonderful nights growing up staring at the fantastic sunsets and the odd aurora borealis over the runway and airfield I lived next to in Iceland. I would spend hours watching the planes take off over towards the sunlit sea. Sadly it was also where a visiting Italian pilot got his head chopped in half by a helicopter blade in a tragic accident but I try not to think about that too much. ;_;
(froffee, Sun 13 Mar 2005, 1:07, Reply)

I have three, no apologies for the last one
1- Last year late at night when walking back from work. I was walking through a graveyard whilst it was snowing. No wind, no noise. Just me, a crystal like atmosphere, the cycle of life and snowflakes two inches across falling like feathers.

2- A BBQ on the beach at Uni with my housemates and friends. Nothing but food, beer and cheap cd's from three in the afternoon till four the next morning.

3- Shit childhood, all the normal stuff. Parents split, siblings that hated me and had a personality that just didn't 'mesh' with anybody else. The few friends I had stabbed me in the back one by one from the age of seven onwards, the teachers all agreed that I was advanced but withdrawn from the world. Heading on for college the only friends I had were people forced to talk to me, one of them had a nervous breakdown after I failed to listen to his problems. My father lied to me about my grandads death and conned me out of £9000 inheritance and I'll never see my younger sisters again as he fucked off up north with them.
I was completly inside myself, the person people spoke to when adressing me was a facade. So in the first months of college I planned my suicide. Everything planned, all I had to do was tie-up loose ends.
A young woman from one of my classes started talking to me at the bustop to go home. For the first time ever it seemed, someone was actually interested in me, not what I was or what the rumours said.
For the ten minutes we spoke on that bus I was born. Everything I am and have now is because of her, because someone took the time to be concerned about someone they didn't know. For that I am eternally grateful. She is to this day a fantastic friend, and by far the most wonderful person I know. Everytime I see her is a special moment.

No apologies for length, you know you love it ;¬)
(syrtismajor is comfortably numb and has been worrying the populace since 1982, Sun 13 Mar 2005, 0:59, Reply)

Perfect day
Yesterday I woke up about 11am with my beautiful girlfriend in my arms, and for lunch we had delicious reheated curry from last night's takeaway. I walked her to class then I went to meet my mates. Then we got drunk.
Yup, life is pretty good at the moment and I'm grateful for it.

Edit: Actually the other one was about four years ago in Africa. Was driven overnight in a jeep into the kalahari desert. Only realised when the sun came up how vast it was. Watching the yellow sun slowly peeking over the horizon made me pleased because I then knew there wasn't a chav for a million miles.
(weirzbowski, Sun 13 Mar 2005, 0:52, Reply)

this is a beautiful moment
you know the feeling you get when you're really happy and sad at the same time?
reading the responses to this question makes me feel that way. my faith in the human race is well and truly restored.
(sextuple rooty, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 23:49, Reply)

i've had two beatiful moments
the first was on a bus to London. it was a night bus and just as the sun was coming up in the morning the bus was silent as i was the only passenger awake. i looked out the window and there was a thick blanket of fog low to the ground. as i was looking at the passing fields two horses floated out of the fog galloping along on a cloud in complete silence.
the second was when one day i left the house to go to work and it had snowed heavily over night and was still snowing. i lived in a small village at the time and so far i was the first person to have been out in the snow. it was a pefect pristine white. no footprints, no tyre tracks, nothing. i had an umbrella with me so as i walked along the snow wasn't touching me. it was as if i was watching a beatiful scene from somewhere else. on this occasion the complete silence also added to the moment.
( Aphex The Mink Snackless, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 23:46, Reply)

frost
walking home from a friends house at 3 am on a frosty night through the bare trees of my hometown. gawping at the beauty of everything in sharp cold-o-vison.


that was more uplifting than all the booze inside of me.
( willenium Fist bump for verification, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 23:41, Reply)

my best friend
was going to be stuck by himself on christmas 2004, since his alcoholic bastard of a father decided that he wanted to spend it getting wasted with some other alcohlics at his local, and his mother hates him too much to even consider offering him over. I told him to come up my house, where he could spend christmas with me. He came up at about 6pm, and we both went up the mountain, in the snow, with the moon shining on the silent hills around us, and we laid down and just kept each other warm in the silence. it was so beautiful. At 2:00 am the following morning, he was catching a plane to the US to spend 3 weeks with his family over there. I missed him so much.

also my best friend and another friend of mine went up the mountain, drunk, and played guitar and sang for four hours in the moonlight. I love the mountain behind me. It's especially great with friends.

no apologies for soppiness, i love him too much :)
(rainmaker is 98% lurker., Sat 12 Mar 2005, 23:33, Reply)

No Sex No Drugs...but special.
October '03, I needed I break,, and had a short break in Iceland : fantastic place. I went alone, basically I didn't want to be tied by any one else's opinions. Ate whale one evening, just because it I could, and , damn, it was good.

Anyway, on my last evening there I headed out to The Blue Lagoon. The place was very quiet, and in the pool I got chatting to a local. It may sound like a fantasy/cliche, but it was a 20-year old, blonde, air hostess. And yes, an absolute drop dead gorgeous ice maiden. Happily married, but husband working abroad.

So she and I spent the evening lazing around in the (outdoor) pool air, surrounded by a moonscape landscape, temp -8ºC, snowing heavily, water around 38ºC, pitch black sky, weird water level lighting, clouds of steam. The water was full of minerals, so my hair and beard went stiff as well.

So Lori and I spent the evening chatting or silent, sometimes cuddling, sometimes not. No drugs, no alcohol, no sex, no serious fumbling even! Not even any great music, but it just felt beautiful and magical. If I could have stayed there like that for ever, I would have.

Eventually Lori had to head off. Flight next morning, she said. I watched her head off, a stunning site (sensible black swimsuit, fashion fans) debating whether to try and exchange addresses. But I knew it would be futile.

I soaked a bit longer, then got out had a coffee or two, reflecting on a perfect moment that lasted an evening.

Next day, I flew back to the UK. Lori wasn't on my flight . Damn.

No apologies for length, spelling or soppiness.
Past performance of no indication of future returns.
Batteries not included. Not available in Wales.
( Tepid_Halibut felt like a cold, empty shell of a human...until, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 23:23, Reply)

My most beautiful moments
2 summers ago, my university pals and i had a bbq/campfire in the woods which stretched for miles beyond an old manor house. It was a lovely evening and we pratted about until about 1am. As we were walking back, we looked out to the horizon where some hills and power lines were silhouetted against the light pollution. From a wood on one of these hills, 2 horses came running out, black shapes running along the horizon through the dark orange sky. It was stunning. Exams were over, we had had a wonderful evening, we were together, and now this living art was in front of us.

Swimming in a luminous plankton lake in Jamaica : it was at night, pitch black, and it looked a bit dodgy to be honest, but we trusted the tour guide and lowered ourselves over the side of the boat and into the water. It was incredible - the plankton traced your every movement with an ethereal turquoise glow. Naturally, my brothers and I were thrilled at the novelty of this, and pretended we were in Streetfighter, throwing "fireballs" at each other. But after a few minutes we just lay back, stared at the stars, and relaxed in the warm, glowy water. It was truly a Beautiful Moment.

Seeing Orbital for the last time ever: last summer i went to see my favourite band at Brixton Academy for the last time ever before they split up. Hearing all the classics played live one last time while dancing like a loon with all my Orbital mates was almost like a religious experience. I cried twice throughout the gig and felt fulfilled, yet very empty afterwards. The festivities went on until 3am, when i got a night bus back to Westminster. Sat in a McDonalds for a couple of hours, then walked back to Waterloo at 5am to watch the sun rise over Jubilee Bridge, while reflecting on the impact that Orbital have had on my life.
(mintsauce82, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 22:34, Reply)

best things
the best thing i can remeber is sitting up on a hill overlooking the sea with my mates and noticing that the sea was completley full of swarming fish that where being washed up on the beach. we had a fire and music and a few choice drugs and the moon was completley full.
(full of beans, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 22:09, Reply)

I think these are slightly unortodox
and mostly come from thinking about things.

Realising that, if my beliefs are correct, any actions I take have no earthly implications, so I could (in theory) kill everyone if I felt like it.

Working out that global warming won't ever be able to amount to anything, so I don't have to worry about any of that bollocks.

Proving to myself that if God doesn't exist then we are all totally doomed and may as well kill ourselves, as nobody will have any true effect on a world which must die anyway.

And when I came for the first time.
(NPC, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 21:53, Reply)

I feel I may weep with joy.
This is the best question in the history of qotw.

I had just left my wife (bad start, but stick with it) Just got back to my parents house and within a couple of hours had phoned and was meeting the most wonderful woman in the world. I had loved her from afar for ages, but being married, never did anything. She had felt the same way, but me being married, I was out of bounds. I phoned her for a shoulder to cry on so to speak as we were best mates and neither of us knew our love for each other. We met up that night and went for a walk round strathclyde park to talk. Just wee things started to click, then as we walked round the loch, started to hold hands. Then stopped and kissed. Everything in the world stopped. The moon was full. Nothing mattered any longer. The background noise faded away and I knew then that I had found true love and happyness. Two years later we are still as madly in love and sickening to watch. Everytime I see a full moon I think of the night I got together with the woman of my dreams and have a "moment"

Sorry for inducing vomit amongst you all, but after reading some of these I was compelled to reply.
(Billy Sastard, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 21:30, Reply)

personal stuff..
I'm not good with talking about or dealing with my enotions,I bottle things up, and only put my ture feelings down in poetry and I am prone to really black moods every so often, i tend to disapear into myself, and when the moods pas I'm back to normal. Over the past month I've been on secondment working in Leeds helping set up a new department, due to the tiredness and the driving and the work I was in the thrall of one of my black moods. Then this week I was told I was needed back in Sheffield, and all the people I'd been working with/training/helping clubbed together and bought me a present and a card, the genuine appreciation from their kind words touched me, and then last night I went out with some really good friends and put the world to rights, whcih made me realise how lucky am I. Back at my house drinking I showed somebody my poetry, and she was so touched by my writing that she was almost crying, and it turned out that she only ever revelas her emotions in poetry. We'd been friends for ages and never realised we had something as personal as this in common. That was a good moment, and at the moment life is very good. No apologies for the length or the content... this is almost like going to confession isn't it? :)
(Lord Monkey of Yorkshire,OBE killed a gipsy on...., Sat 12 Mar 2005, 21:30, Reply)

Going to sound odd this one
But my mother died when I was 16. Not a clean death either - cancer and operations; morphine-induced hallucinations and steadily watching one of my parents gradually eroded from within.

A steadily increasing morphine dose was keeping the pain away and my father and I understood she didn't have long to go. We stayed up to see it through.

My father fell asleep after promising me we'd take it in shifts. I saw her stop breathing at about twenty to four in the morning, and waited for several minutes before waking him.

The whole sorry conclusion of getting funeral directors to remove her and deal with the paperwork over, I walked out of the house at about 7am.

There was the most majestic sunrise I have ever seen that morning, utterly massive peaks of pinks and oranges. Dismiss it as coincidence, but I have never seen anything quite as spectacular as this one sunrise.

The memory of that sunrise has been with me over half my life.

(Edit) For a couple of more upbeat ones, there was being out of my mind on LSD during a thunderstorm, and also hearing Orbital play The Box live in Dublin in 2000.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(_ =o.o=, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 21:16, Reply)

I've got a few
1. Playing in the orchestra (as a freshman in band) for a high school graduation, following a balloon flying up in the warm summer air, clouds bright orange and pink from the L.A. sunset, knowing that I had managed to make it through another year and that a long, lazy summer awaited.

2. Sailing. It had been crap wind up to that point, and all of a sudden, my 1-person crew and I pass the rocky point that had been blocking the wind. All of a sudden, we're both leaning all the way out of the boat, trying to keep it from capsizing as the wind filled its sails, and going faster than either of us could have imagined. My friend (this was at camp) had a few days prior spoken of wind so strong that his hull began making a humming sound. I had been disheartened by his account, knowing I could never go that fast or be that fortunate. As the wind picked up and we started going faster, I heard a low tone. The hull was humming.

3. Flying back into LA from London. It had been foggy, crappy weather, nothing below us but clouds, nothing above us but blue. Suddenly, the clouds start turning yellowish with the light. I had known we'd be arriving at LAX around sundown, so I knew we were getting close. Suddenly, the sun is shining full in my face, and the familiar Los Angeles skyline making itself visible in the distance. Finally, we landed, the clouds making that same orange pattern from #1, and the flight attendant's last words to us were "Goodnight, kids, welcome home". It was good to be home.
(Digitdean: Disappointing Fans Since 1989!, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 20:52, Reply)

so so many
because i'm a soppy twat

some that come to mind, apart from living in venice for 2 and a half months at the end of 2004...
sitting on my window ledge in central london quite late at night listening to the sound of someone playing saxaphone somewhere. he does it quite a bit- yay for him

6am. loveliest time of day. 7am sucks though.. think it's cause it was the time i had to get up for school

endless moments of musical ecstacy, but then everyone has those it seems!

views out of train windows too.. just so lovely, so often. god bless the industrial revolution for the railways alone.

summer days lying in parks in london. they may never happen again, now that i'm finished uni and probably not moving back home, but nevermind, they're in my brain for good now :)
(mwybsb, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 19:54, Reply)

the most beautiful moment of my life
was when I tried to come up with the wrongest joke I could possibly think of

after three days of staring thoughtfully at a picture of lord kitchener I finally realised what it was.

and that was a truly wonderful moment.
(jms, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 19:06, Reply)

This is the one.
In a warm candlelit room on a cold winters night, with the girl I love naked in my arms watching Amelie. The part which really did it was how relaxed I felt, I wasn't trying to impress but instead I could just be happy to be where I was with her. Thats what I want to remember always.
(pheasant, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 18:46, Reply)

Just a small moment...
I'd arrived in Sydney early that morning after a nine hour flight and a whole month of travelling- living out of a rucksack the whole way. I felt like a refugee- was wearing ethnic clothes (two years ago I was everybody's nightmare of a gap year traveller) most of which were useless for a nippy winter's day, and my hair hadn't seen a decent brush in about three weeks.
Anyway, I was walking through Circular Quay (the bit of Sydney Harbour with the Opera House and Harbour Bridge), feeling a bit lost, when suddenly a random busker starts playing a song on his guitar. I knew the song- one of my favourite songs, Amazing by Alex Lloyd. The sun was out, the view was spectacular, and suddenly I realised that everything in my world was, at that moment, perfect.
(hakkety, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 18:21, Reply)

being in the middle of the atlantic
out on deck on a ship, in the middle of the night, with all the ship lights off, during a meteor shower. the stars that night were incredible.
( MelbaToast, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 18:19, Reply)

I like this QOTW
best one yet!

Let me add my tale. The moment in question has about two years that prelude it; which we'll whizz through now.

I was working with a girl a few years older than me. Not exactly being sucessful with the ladies, I wrote off my chances which was the best move I ever made, as it made me relax around her.

We worked in a local shop, not exactly taxing or busy, so left us a lot of time to lark about and talk. Used to walk her home every night too, as she lived very close.

Anyway over the first year, we became closer. I wanted so badly to tell her how I felt, but couldn't handle the possibility of rejection. I also kinda knew that once I got with her, that'd be it, and my aspiriations of being some kind of stud would be gone forever.

Unfortunatly, I didn't have the choice. She got with another bloke from work, a complete twat. It all came out at the work Christmas party, and when I saw her put her arm around him in the way I wished she would to me, I could do nothing but run away and hide. (btw; I mean it literally...)

Cue about 9 months of working with them both. Him being a complete fool, I had to listen to how he mistreated her and took her for granted, the bastard.

I went back to uni and only worked weekends, thus seeing neither of them. About two months later, I ran into this girl as she was walking home from the pub alone. I gave her a lift, and we caught up. After I enquired as to how 'he' was, she told me they had broke up. I was so shocked I almost crashed the car, and was obviously trying to be sympathetic whilst hiding my glee!

When I got home she sent me a text, to say thanks, I didn't even know she had my number, so that was a pleasent suprise. Cue us keeping in touch more, with messages flying back and forwards many times each day.

And then the work Christmas Party comes around again. We all go, yet somehow I only remember talking to her the whole night. Being a gossiping crowd, they all start to say to me what a lovely couple we'd be as she went to the bar/toilet.

This carried on for a few hours, and at one moment, she went away and I was surrounded by my other colleges, practically bullying me to do something about it. She came back, and looked nervous, I imagine she had a similar lecture.

Slowly, we edged towards each other, smiling akwardly, but in silence. I tentativly started to outstretch an arm towards her, as if to put it around her waist. I think my heart was beating about three times its normal rate!

Before I knew what happened, she looked up at me in a way no one ever has before. No words were said, or necessary, she just wrapped her arms around me, and held me so tightly.

We just stood there, in the middle of some god-awful club in each others arms. I kissed her forehead and smelt her hair whilst stroking it, absolutly wonderful....

So dear reader, I expect you assume this was my most beautiful moment. Well, its defintly up there. But the one I had in mind happened about a month later.

We woke in each others arms one morning, in that warm, fuzzy glow you only get after sharing a single bed with someone else. Facing each other, both heads on the pillow, she looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes and said:

'I think I love you'

The first time anyone had ever said that to me, and without even thinking about it I spluttered out the same back to her. I then kissed her and held her so tightly, and we both started to cry!

Nothing will ever be topped by that moment, just thinking about it now makes me glow all over.

Thanks for sticking with this rather long story, I hope it was worth the read. Its nice to share such things with strangers....I suggest you all do the same.
(Smoking Joe, Sat 12 Mar 2005, 17:11, Reply)