Together they created their own shape of happiness, a tableau of adoration.
She nestled in toward his torso, her face pressed firmly against him as he bent down to kiss the top of her head. He held her with two arms as she placed her left palm on his chest, the other hand she tucked into his back pocket. He stood strong, confident, assured. He gazed down at her, kissing her forehead, her nose, then finding her lips and lingering a moment before returning back to her forehead and starting the cycle again. Her fingers felt their way under his shirt, caressing their way along the soft skin unbeknownst to the people around them.
This was how they were together, this was how they fit. This was the shape of them, the shape of happiness.