While attempting to clean my room, I stumbled upon my Dawson's Creek DVD box sets that I purchased when I was young (okay, fine, two years ago). This was probably the only show I followed religiously, my Thursday night fix of teen angst and verbosity. It was a love/hate relationship; I was hooked but perpetually annoyed by some of the characters.
My high school best friend and I had epic debates over the Dawson/Joey/Pacey love triangle. He was Team Pacey, and I was Team Dawson. Not because I was a Dawson fan, but probably because I was secretly in love with my best friend and living vicariously through the whole Dawson and Joey soul-mate fiasco. He despised Joey Potter, seeing her as indecisive and life-wrecking, while I thought she was just misunderstood.
Feeling nostalgic, I popped a random disc into the DVD player. It was the episode where Pacey and Joey return from their sailing trip. The episode itself wasn't groundbreaking, but the final scene was one of the most romantic of the series. Pacey and Joey took turns reading aloud to each other under the fairy lights on the boat, with Joey falling asleep in Pacey’s arms - a simple yet loving act.
Yesterday, our kayaking plans got canceled due to bad weather, so RD and I stayed indoors. We had lunch with his family, watched TV, and he played on his Xbox while I dozed off next to him on the couch. It wasn't a cinematic romantic moment, but on my drive to Bible study tonight, I replayed yesterday’s events in my head. I remembered waking up to see him smiling at me before turning back to his game. The memory warmed my heart.