A thousand things buzzed through my head in the minutes of total darkness... But they all scared me. Was I in love? Was I falling for her? Was she the one?
The lights were back on in a few minute. But not before her father had the chance to ask how I was doing in the dark. At the time all I knew of that man was that he deserved my utmost respect... and in the year that has passed, nothing has changed since then. As a matter of fact, that man deserves more than my respect. But sadly 'tis the most that only I can give.
The first chance I had a kissing her I was scared. Mainly of her father, whom even though I still think to this day, gave me that opportunity on purpose, was non-the-less just as intimidating around the corner of the caverns as if he were standing in front of us as we just stared at each other in the most cute of clueless situations...
The water was what got to me. I could have cared less about how low the cave ceiling was. What killed me inside was the cold. The water. I was so ashamed of the way I acted when my chest hit it that I made up excuses. I seized up inside and couldn't breath. I wanted so badly to turn back but then I felt a hand on my back. Pushing me forward. She was stronger. She was inspiring. Enough to warm my core and get me through the literally breathtaking hundred yards of water filled cavern. I was so cold by the time I exited the cave that my cloths froze after surfacing and changing into dry ones.
Yet the most amazing part of the trip I so vividly remember is the end. The ride home. I spent two hours in a car with the girl of my dreams and the father I couldn't find a fault with. In these two hours I realized three things... She was most beautiful in her raw form (not to say that she wasn't beautiful at all because well that would just be a lie). Her hair was now dry but having been wet in the cave was also undone, draping in dirty blond waves down to her shoulders. Her eyes were a rich dark brown that soaked me in warmth, and she had them buried deep in my memory within seconds. Second, I had a lot in common with the man I respected so much for doing so little for me already. We had a very similar thought process and he had gone through a lot of the same things I was going through when about the uncertainty about specific aspects of my life. We also apparently had the same weakness for having my back traced... And finally, I realized that this girl was completely in control of me from that point on. I had passed the P.O.N.R. and yet, I didn't care. I trusted her and she trusted me. On that ride home she became my world. She still is...
I can still feel her hand holding mine just below her fathers view in the mirror...
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