I watched Luke as he got me an ice pack for the slight bruise on my knee, then an ice cream cone too. He walked back to me, a smile on his face, as he handed them both to me. 
"Let me put this on for you, okay?" he said as he sat on the other side of the bench, then gently brought my feet to his lap. He moved it so my knee was right in front of him, and he slowly dabbed at the bruise.
"Does it hurt?" he asked me, briefly looking up to check my face.
"Are you not angry? I mean, I made all that fuss for nothing. I always make a fuss and..." My tears choked on the remaining words, and before I could bring my hand to wipe the tears away, his hand was on my cheek and he wiped them off. 
He leaned closer, one hand resting on my knee, and he kissed just under my right eye. 
"You sort of remind me of my dad, Karla. I guess he so badly wanted to make up for my mum's absence that he sometimes panicked for the smallest things. I would get into a fight where we pulled each other's hair and would come home dishevelled and he would take me to the hospital and all. I used to hate the attention. I was named a daddy's boy and all that." He sighed and looked up at me. "I am unfortunately not rich enough to pay to have those times back now, Karla. And I never will be."
I sniffed hard, stopping myself from crying. If I cried, who would comfort him?
"Luke..."
He sniffed and then broke into a big smile. "That's why I will still stand by what I said then, Karla. You are an answered wish. It doesn't matter how fussy you think you are, I am determined to fall in love with every moment this time. So I have no regrets."
No regrets. I wish I could live this past with that determination too. With the determination to fall in love with every single thing so I don't have regrets. But maybe it was because I had seen his corpse..maybe because I have laid in our matrimonial bed all alone...it was hard. Extremely hard.
I shook the thought out of my head. "What do you mean no regrets? Are you planning on leaving me?"
He broke into small laughter. "Of course not. Why would I plan on leaving you?"
He shook his head and playfully put a bit more pressure on my scratch. I laughed and playfully poked him, and he broke in to laughter too.
"We can get proper first aid when we get back home. For now, it won't hurt. Right?"
"Of course. I can walk around." I brought down my feet and he immediately followed it, going on one knee. He helped me with my shoes, then stood back up.
"Did you forget your ice cream with me?" I asked, watching him. 
He laughed. "Looks like you are almost done with yours, so let's pretend I did forget it."
I smiled as he took my hand, all the while his eyed trained on my knees. When he saw that I was okay, he held my hand as we started to walk slowly. The sun had started turning a deep orange hue already, and the sky was tainted with beautiful colors.
We passed by a teen girl carrying a bunch of roses and balloons for sale, and Luke immediately stopped, then took out two. He paid for them immediately, then unwrapped the rose. He slowly got rid of the longer stem as we walked, then turned to me and tucked it behind my ear.
"What's that for?" I said, trying to remove it.
He shook his head and held my hand tighter, knowing the other was still occupied with my unfinished ice cream.
"It looks good on you."
"But it will wilt off."
"I will be there to put in another. And another."
I laughed and adjusted it, so it wouldn't fall. "Well, that's sweet...but when do you plan on kissing me?"
I turned and got in front of him, my eyes slowly moving from his lips to his eyes. His eyes widened a little, and I could see a tint of red in his cheeks. Who knew men blushing could be so damn attractive? Not me. Cause he is the first man in my life.
"I was thinking we'd get home first." he whispered, and this time, it was my turn to blush. 
"Yours or mine?"
He chuckled. "Where the shower's big enough."
I laughed and he slowly leaned in, one hand cupping my cheek as he did, and he placed a tempting, sweet kiss on the left corner of my lips. He slowly leaned away and winked at me, then took my hand again.
I followed, the tingles in my stomach running wild, my heartbeat accelerating wildly. The rest of the walk was pretty beautiful, talking about anything and everything, and he would some times just twirl me around to some invisible music, then immediately try to check on my knee.
It was hilarious, imperfect, but still the best date ever.
I thought the same thing even when we both opted for his place, and when we both walked into his shower, his bathrobes around each of us, yet the shower on.
I still thought the same when he kissed me, the shower pouring down on both of us, my hair falling to my shoulders and sticking down to the robe. He brought me closer, his hands filtering into my hair and I slowly found myself pinned to the glass wall. 
My hand found it's way to the nape of his neck, as I kissed him back with the same vigor. 
I thought it was the perfect date as I lay on his lap watching his constellations, moonlight sonata playing in the background, his fingers caressing up and down my arm.
It was still perfect as I started drifting off, and he leaned forward and kissed my forehead, then wished me a goodnight. He held my hand throughout the night, and I still felt his warmth up until the morning.
Everything was perfect. Every single thing. Cause he is the first man in my life...and is going to be the very last.