Kiss me... these two words repeated themselves in her mind as she walked with her hand in his. All she wanted was to know the feel of his mouth on hers. She'd kissed others... her fair share, she thought. Enough to know that it would be beyond amazing when - if - he kissed her. She wanted to kiss him, but she was a little too shy and a little too scared. He could be her everything. Four hours wandering around the museum and she knew this... knew it on a level so deep, it terrified her.
She wasn't looking for everything. She was young, and had just started to break free of the chains of fear so many tried to shackle her with. She wasn't ready... but there he was, hazel eyes twinkling in the dimly lit Islamic Wing. He was everything she'd dreamed of, and then some. Could she take the chance? Dare to give her heart, and not worry about the consequences?
By the time dinner was delivered to his apartment, she knew there was no need to ask the question. She had little choice. She could run, scared like a rabbit... or she could let herself feel, let herself live. To do so meant loving him... and accepting the risks that came with this knowledge. To run meant giving up on herself, on what she knew she wanted for her life.
She knew there was no choice to make. She'd made herself a promise, not a month before, to start actually living life. To start experiencing it daily. This was going to be one hell of a ride, but she sensed, after their marathon ten hour first date, that it wouldn't end anytime soon... and that it would be the best risk she ever took.
Nearly eleven years later, she sat staring at her wedding rings... and knew, with absolute conviction, that if she'd walked away, it would've been the biggest mistake in her life.
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