One time a very special pirate and I went into Magic Kingdom with a large group of friends. As the hours passed, they all left to return home, until eventually it was just us.
At 2 a.m., we finally decided it was time to head out. The park was near empty, and as we strolled down Main Street, we were one of only three small groups heading toward the train station.
We got maybe a quarter of the way down the street before he stuck out his arm and asked me to stroll with him. I said yes and curved my arm and hand with his. And stroll we did, with the holiday music playing overhead, the lights dimmed, and the empty spaces all around. We were both silent as we moseyed, occasionally catching each other’s eye, but not saying anything.
And it was magical.