you and considered the fact that you could be the one I’d want to share with. Then, when we zip-lined the next day, and I watched you appreciate the beauty of everything around you, listened to your honesty, and felt your sweet innocence, I knew you were who I wanted to heal with, share with, and make smile as much as possible. This morning, when I woke up with you in my arms, after spending these last few days together, it felt so right. It’s too late for you to worry about disappointing me, we’re past that point.” She stared at me, not believing what I’d just told her, but wanting to.
“Are you saying you want me to be your girlfriend?” She was so sweet and naïve, it was hard to believe she could do such amazing gifted things with her body to make herself seem otherwise.
“Yes, Brynn, my girlfriend,” I smiled and shook my head as her face lit up the entire room. The word meant something to her, something big, something new and exciting. Maybe something she’d wanted to be for a long time, but a title she never wore, until now.
“Thank you for telling me how you feel. I don’t have the words you do to express myself like I want to. I’m used to expressing myself through dancing, which I hope to do for you a lot more.” I liked hearing that. “I’d like you to know, however, that one of the best moments of my life was when I kissed you on the zip-line platform and the reaction you had. I’ll never, ever forget that. It was the first time I went after something I wanted without worrying about consequences or rejection or even the irritated guy standing there beside us. It was a perfect moment in my mind and I’ve shared several more moments close to that one with you these past few days. You make me feel something so powerful and good, it could easily become an addiction.” That filled me up and I wanted to keep making her feel powerful and good. I wanted her to have moments like that with me every day.
“I love how you express yourself. There’s nothing wrong with the words you use, in fact it’s refreshing how raw they are. You don’t have to pad your words if they’re honest. And when you expressed yourself through dance the other night, holy shit, Brynn, I’ve never witnessed anything like it. You’re very talented. I could watch you for hours. It’s like the music is coming from your body, like you’re emitting the notes with every move you make. It’s amazing.” I hoped to see more of it, soon.
“Thanks,” she said. “I used to dress up in my mom’s clothes and dance around the house when I was a kid. I choreographed my own little shows and set up my stuffed animals as my audience.” She looked down at her tea as she remembered it and laughed. “One time our maid watched, unbeknownst to me, and she gushed to my parents when they came home about how talented she thought I was.” Her face turned sad and she stopped telling the story. I lifted her chin to look at me. She just shook her head and took her cup to the stove. She walked over and filled my cup first, and then her own. She dunked her tea bag and set her spoon on it to hold it under the water. Then she looked back at me. “They weren’t impressed,” was all she said.
“Why?” I wanted to feel her pain and I wanted to be inside her, to help her push it out.
“Well, Mom was mad that I’d gotten into her clothes and Dad was mad that I’d played his tapes and stereo. I’d always put everything back so carefully that they never knew. Juanita felt so horrible for getting me into trouble, but I didn’t blame her, she didn’t know it was my little secret. In fact, it made me love her even more, the fact that she thought I was talented and wanted to tell the world.” She smiled at that part.
“Why weren’t they impressed with your dance , though?” I asked.
Her smile faded . “They never asked to see it.” She shrugged like it was no big deal. But it was a big deal. A fucking big deal to me.
“Have they
“Are you saying you want me to be your girlfriend?” She was so sweet and naïve, it was hard to believe she could do such amazing gifted things with her body to make herself seem otherwise.
“Yes, Brynn, my girlfriend,” I smiled and shook my head as her face lit up the entire room. The word meant something to her, something big, something new and exciting. Maybe something she’d wanted to be for a long time, but a title she never wore, until now.
“Thank you for telling me how you feel. I don’t have the words you do to express myself like I want to. I’m used to expressing myself through dancing, which I hope to do for you a lot more.” I liked hearing that. “I’d like you to know, however, that one of the best moments of my life was when I kissed you on the zip-line platform and the reaction you had. I’ll never, ever forget that. It was the first time I went after something I wanted without worrying about consequences or rejection or even the irritated guy standing there beside us. It was a perfect moment in my mind and I’ve shared several more moments close to that one with you these past few days. You make me feel something so powerful and good, it could easily become an addiction.” That filled me up and I wanted to keep making her feel powerful and good. I wanted her to have moments like that with me every day.
“I love how you express yourself. There’s nothing wrong with the words you use, in fact it’s refreshing how raw they are. You don’t have to pad your words if they’re honest. And when you expressed yourself through dance the other night, holy shit, Brynn, I’ve never witnessed anything like it. You’re very talented. I could watch you for hours. It’s like the music is coming from your body, like you’re emitting the notes with every move you make. It’s amazing.” I hoped to see more of it, soon.
“Thanks,” she said. “I used to dress up in my mom’s clothes and dance around the house when I was a kid. I choreographed my own little shows and set up my stuffed animals as my audience.” She looked down at her tea as she remembered it and laughed. “One time our maid watched, unbeknownst to me, and she gushed to my parents when they came home about how talented she thought I was.” Her face turned sad and she stopped telling the story. I lifted her chin to look at me. She just shook her head and took her cup to the stove. She walked over and filled my cup first, and then her own. She dunked her tea bag and set her spoon on it to hold it under the water. Then she looked back at me. “They weren’t impressed,” was all she said.
“Why?” I wanted to feel her pain and I wanted to be inside her, to help her push it out.
“Well, Mom was mad that I’d gotten into her clothes and Dad was mad that I’d played his tapes and stereo. I’d always put everything back so carefully that they never knew. Juanita felt so horrible for getting me into trouble, but I didn’t blame her, she didn’t know it was my little secret. In fact, it made me love her even more, the fact that she thought I was talented and wanted to tell the world.” She smiled at that part.
“Why weren’t they impressed with your dance , though?” I asked.
Her smile faded . “They never asked to see it.” She shrugged like it was no big deal. But it was a big deal. A fucking big deal to me.
“Have they
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