My definition of perfect

We're on the way home
from the movies,
sitting in the backseat,
not wanting to get
to my house.

You give me your jacket.
It's new,
you haven't worn it yet.
I put it on
and lean my head against your shoulder,
feeling warm and loved.

We aren't talking much.
Just being together
is enough for us.
The quiet is good.
I get a few moments to relax,
which you know is rare for me.

On your lap,
our fingers are interlaced.
Your other hand is on my wrist.
It brings me comfort
to know I'm not alone.

My house is getting nearer,
but I try to forget,
to live in the moment.

You're playing with my hair
which is something you hardly ever do.
But I kind of like it.

We pulled into my neighborhood.
I don't want to get home,
but now is not the time
to think about that.

You look deep into my eyes.
I laugh.
I cant help it - it's habit.

This time, you put you arms around me
and look deep in my eyes.
We both lean in,
eyes closed for our first kiss.

But my hair falls in the way.
We laugh and I push it back.
We lean in again.
It goes much better this time.
I want this moment to last forever.

This may not be
everyone's definition of perfect,
but it's definitely mine.
Maybe not everything went
exactly as planned,
but that's okay.
It made it ours.