Our fingers entwined as we walked. My heart pounded so loud I was certain she might hear it because I was 14 and deeply in love with the most beautiful girl in the world. I felt higher than marijuana or any other drug could come close to making me feel. It wasn't that I felt that way because I thought I'd finally kiss her that night. I always felt that way with her then.
She was tall and athletic and blonde. She rode a motorcycle on cross-country trails and she starred on the girls' basketball team as a guard and on the track team as a high jumper and hurdler. She had graceful hands with long fingers that played the piano and the flute and several other instruments but her favorite was the drums which she beat like her musical hero Neil Peart of Rush.
I swear the night was electrically charged.
We followed the path in silence until we stepped between the trees and took shelter in the shadows. We pulled each other close. If I could write like Proust, I would describe her scent. I cannot though 25 years later I can remember how wonderful her scent was. If goodness and beauty and intelligence could be bottled as a perfume, it would smell like her. My hands held the small of her back and she bent her head slightly and we leaned into each other and we kissed.
At the time, it was the happiest, best moment of my young life.
That is my happy story this evening. Your story may be about anything you wish to write.