They had met after a month. They sat on the cold stone of the crowded lakeside. Even with a million people around them, they felt each other's warmth. He hesitantly held her hand, for he wasn't sure of her reaction. A deep breath, and their fingers entwined. He looked into her eyes and thought, "Where is the galaxy? In the sky or in her eyes?"
She smiled, and he got his answer.
PS: I was on top of my terrace last night, searching for a twinkling star. And the picture in the lines above came to my mind, don't know why.