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The blue jays above me immediately stopped singing, pulling their wings over their faces in terror. The squirrels and chipmunks, once happily munching on acorns at the base of the tree, scurried up the limbs to lose themselves in the leaves. The mice in the fields darted into their underground burrows. Even the snakes slithered back into their devil dens. A bitter wind picked up, causing the leaves in the trees to shudder. The… I’m kidding.
“Maybe some people don’t need the whole world. Maybe some people are satisfied with a good honest life, making a good honest living.”
“Tell me something you like about me. And mean it. Or start walking.” “Why?” “Because deep down, you’re a big faker. And today, I’m tired of it. Clock’s ticking.”
“And you’re fun.” Leaning closer, he added, “And smoking hot.”
How could I be one thing to somebody, and something so completely different to another?
“I said there’s a fine line between love and hate.”
“Red, when I saw the mountain lion ready to pounce on you, I…” He shook his head, as his words trailed off. “Just don’t go anywhere else by yourself. Or at least without a gun.” “That could have happened to anybody.” He nodded slowly. “I know. But you’re not just anybody. Not to me. And I’m discovering… that I kind of like having you around.”
Why was
it that the people you walk the most on egg-shells with are the ones you are the most nervous to disappoint?
“You keep the world out. Open up and let the sunshine in, Red. I’ll only bite a little bit.”
“Red, sometimes we have to do things for work we just don’t want to do.”
“You were always… mine… to tease… you had always been mine and… I don’t know, Red. I think they knew I was a bit… possessive of you. Well, at least Ramsey figured that out.”
“Because… Ramsey ended up being right about me. I didn’t like watching you with another guy. With him. With anyone else.”
There were so many things I wanted to say with this kiss. So many things that were difficult for me to say any other way. I kissed him for saving my life. I kissed him for making me laugh, for putting me in my place, and for teasing me. I kissed him for making me feel special. And for this date. This glorious and magical and most confusing date that I wished could go on forever. But mostly, I kissed him for me, because I was starting to wonder if Stitch really was right about that fine line between love and hate.
“But at the end of the day, no matter who wins, I can’t wait to do it all over again the next day. You’re the first person I want to talk to when I wake up. I lose way too much sleep at night trying to think of ways to get a rile out of you, make you laugh, torture you, kiss you…”
didn’t know it then, but all my misguided pranks toward you throughout our entire lives were just to get me to this moment. It’s always been you.”
With the right man, my worries turned to calmness, my doubts to faith, my fears to bravery, and my insecurities to confidence.
