The minute they step onto the light-up dance floor, the floor turns a beautiful royal blue. The light seems to surround them in some kind of magical aura.      "This night is perfect," Melinda says softly as they dance to the light jazz.      Greg doesn't say a word. He just holds her closer. They cling to each other, dancing song after song, not wanting to ever let go.      But it is all too soon that they notice that the crowd has dwindled and the band is playing their last song for the night.      They are quiet during the car ride to Melinda's house. It seems that neither of them want to break the magical silence with words.      Greg walks her to her front door. "After all, this is a proper date," he whispers to her as he opens her car door and takes her arm. She laughs and lets him guide her. Once there, they are silent again.      "I don't want the night to end," she says finally, a tremor in his voice.      "Neither do I," he whispers softly.      She reaches up and touches the side of his face gently. "Thank you," she whispers. "This was the most magical evening I have ever spent with anyone."      "Melinda, I love you," he whispers. He reaches out to stroke her face and before she knows it, she is back in his arms.      "I love you, too, Greg," she says. It is the first time she has said it to him, and it feels more right than she ever would have imagined.      She lifts her face towards him, tears of happiness glinting in her eyes. The cold fall air bites into her face, but she doesn't feel it. She closes her eyes and their lips meet…