The romantic misty coastal fog, still lingering. The air, salty and crisp. My heart thumping to the beat of my footsteps. I turn at the bend and there they are. Try to keep up. Not too close. She looks over her shoulder. I turn the other way. One, two, three. Turn back around. Try to keep up. Not too close. There’s the spot we talked about. The lookout on the cliff, overlooking the mysteriously alluring ocean. Wait for it. There he goes. Fight the tears. Oh, so romantic!