I snuggled up next to Taylor at the drive-in theater. The Smyth Drive-In Theater was the only one of its kind in town. It had been restored and reopened a few years ago under its original name by the grandson of the original owner. It ran mostly old movies, classics. Tonight, they were running "Wait Until Dark" with Audrey Hepburn in it. One of Taylor's favorites, and mine.

"You hungry at all?" he asked as the movie started.

"No. You?" I responded.

"Not really. Cold?" he said.

"A little," I answered. He reached into the backseat of the Camaro and pulled out a blanket.

"I kind of anticipated you would be. March's in Massachusetts always are a little chilly," he said. He unfolded the blanket and put it over both of us. I cuddled up a little closer to him. "That's better."

"Yes, it is," I said, smiling. I kissed him on the chin, making him laugh. I loved his laugh. It came from deep down inside of him, hearty and full. His laughter could fill up a room in seconds, and flood my heart completely. I rested my head on his chest as we watched the movie.

About an hour into it, Taylor decided to go get some hot chocolate. I sat in the car trying to warm up my hands while he was gone. I smiled as I thought about how lucky I was to have a guy like him. A wonderful, thoughtful, incredible guy. The boy of my dreams. It was going to be so hard to let him go when he had to leave. I started to draw in the fog on the window. Arrows through hearts.

To be completely honest, it's not like me to fall head over heels for a guy. Not at all. When it came to romance, I had always tried to keep my head above water, mostly because I always seemed to be on the losing end of it. Not getting too emotional made for less pain. But there was just something about Taylor. The moment I had met him, all reason and logic had gone out the window. He made me believe that I could love and be loved. And instead of treading the water, I was letting it fill my lungs and heart with a sea of emotion.

"Miss me?" Taylor asked, getting back into the car. He held a huge cup of hot chocolate with two straws.

"Always," I replied, putting the blanket over him again.

"Here," he said, handing me the cup. I took a long sip. The warmth of the drink warmed my body up. I handed the cup back to him. He stuck it in the cup holder. "Do you know how much I love you?"

"I wonder sometimes," I said, letting the pessimistic side of me take over.

"Why is it so hard for you to think that someone could love you?" he asked in frustration. "I just don't get it."

"Because nobody has ever really loved me before. Not even my parents. And, I guess, after years of it being that way, I have it stuck in my head that there's something wrong with me, and that's why nobody can love me," I explained.

"But there isn't anything wrong with you! You're perfect, flaws and all," he said, smiling.

"So, I'm an oxymoron?" I said, chuckling.

"No. That's not what I meant, and you know it," he said in exasperation. "No one's perfect, Rayne. Everyone has flaws. To me, flaws are perfection. It means you're human."

"You make it sound so simple," I said, tears filling my eyes. "You make it so easy to love you."

"So do you," he said, touching my cheek.

"You know . . . all I've ever wanted was for one person, just one person, to love me. No questions asked, no strings attached, just unconditional love," I said.

"And have you found it yet?" he asked.

"I think so," I said, smiling at him.

"Good," he said. He gave me a quick peck on the lips. We sat back and looked at each other for a moment. Then we practically lunged at each other and began to kiss passionately. As we kissed, I tugged at his shirt, as he tugged at mine. Pretty soon, most of our clothing was off. He laid me back gently on the seat. Our eyes searched each others' for a second. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," I responded. We began to kiss again. The movie continued as we made love. Written in the fog on the window, next to the heart I has drawn, was this: JTH + RSC = LOVE 4EVER.