Love (-making)

                                    

                                          
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We are at Mt Titlis this morning. It's the best, really. The whole cable car thing. The most hilarious thing, however, is that Anthony White is scared. He's scared. He sits there, stiff as a rock and holds my hand in a death grip, while I laugh away at his predicament. "You know, you know I. Am. Scared. Of. Heights. Stop laughing! You laughed when we were flying to Paris too! This isn't funny. Look at this, oh God! We're so high up, too high!" he says, as he peeks at the awe-inspiring beauty that the Titlis rotair presents for us. One of his eyes remains shut tight while he looks out fearfully with the other. "Is wittle Tony scared? Does he want mummy and his ickle teddy bear?" I say in a baby voice. He glares at me through the one eye that he's dared to keep open. I just keep chortling. 
I regret it later. I regret everything I ever said in the cable car. "No Tony! It's cold! You fucker!" I yell as Tony grabs hold of me around the waist and tries to dump snow inside my clothes. Kicking out my legs, I finally succeed in dislodging myself. Tony falls down on his bum and I throw a large ball of snow straight at his face. Sputtering violently, he gets up and lunges at me. I immediately make a run for it and finally, fall face first onto the soft snow when Tony catches hold of me; he lands on top of me. I'm wheezing with exertion, not really able to draw air into my lungs because I'm laughing as Tony tickles me mercilessly.
 "Geroff! Geroff me you... uh... you oaf! Uncivilized brute! I ca-please! Oh, huh! I can't breathe, Tonyyy!" I'm laughing my guts out and so is Tony. Finally, he gets tired too and gets off me, lying next to me instead. "One, I didn't know that civilized brutes ever existed and two, I win this snow fight." he says, grinning stupidly, eyes bright and twinkly. "Fine!" I admit and then start to move my arms and legs up and down, in sync with each other. Tony gets hit and sprayed with snow at the same time. "What are you doing!?" Tony asks incredulously. "Snow Angel." I reply and continue my work, not really knowing why I'm doing such a childish thing. However, I decide that I don't really care. I'm happy and have resolved to do whatever the heck I want to. Tony stays silent for a moment and then joins me. We break into fits of giggles once again. 
 This is the best day of my life, I think. For the first time, in this whole time, I'm thoroughly enjoying the day without any worries. Somewhere in my mind I know it's because of Tony and his machinations of last night. 
"You seem really relaxed today." Tony comments in the passing, when we're on the suspension bridge after lunch. Running about in the snow gives one quite an appetite. "I am relaxed." I reply. We stay silent for some time, both of us staring out at the magnificent spread of fluffy white in front of us. "I just, I..." I don't really know why I'm saying this, but I continue, nonetheless, "... I was dreading going back actually. This is so... magical and... spellbinding, I was afraid that it'll all change when we get home. But... last night, that stupid dance," I chuckle, "it actually worked. I'm happy with you here and I'll be happy there no matter how we are. Now, or in future. I'll always have these times, these... bewitching memories. They'll be there in my heart. Enough to keep me going, happy even, I think."
"We won't end in shambles, you know? We'll grow old and grey together. We'll see our children and grandchildren happy and kicking and then we'll die happy. I won't let go of you if I can help it. You're stuck with me." I smile at Tony's words and take hold of his hand. He squeezes it reassuringly and says, "Our love is strong. Don't worry about it." I say nothing. How can I? 
We visit Lucerne, next. The Lowendenkmal, or the Lion Monument is our first stop there. It's the structure hewn out of limestone to commemorate the loyalty and bravery of the Swiss guards; we're told. It's a nice place. The atmosphere is good and sort of calming? Or maybe it's just me.  We don't talk much, but after all the heavy talk we had earlier, we don't really need to. I feel so light and comfortable. Tony is probably feeling the same.