My Girl

I was thinking back to when I was a single guy going through a few unsuccessful relationships after a long spell of being single. And how there was this one girl who caught my eye. The bummer was that she was so pretty I didn't think I had a chance with her. She was also mature enough that I wasn't sure that the age gap could be bridged. Then I found out what she did for a living and that she had a PHD. At that point I knew I had no chance. I was doomed only to dream about her. Which I did.
One night to prove to my roommate that he shouldn't be so shy I asked her to dance. The dance went well and I was surprised how down to earth this girl I had made into a goddess in my mind was. I made it a habit of dancing with her when I could. Then one night my favorite song came on and I grabbed her half because she was right there and half be cause I wanted it to be with her. I danced like I had nothing to lose and it was my last chance ever to dance with her or anyone else. I went home with a grin on my face that night because of that dance. Shortly after that dance my sister went missing and I had to leave town. I hiked for miles and miles trying to find her. I had blisters and my legs burned so bad I couldn't even walk on flat ground. I would get up the next morning and go hiking to find her because there was some glimmer of hope that she might be out there and still alive. I hiked 14 to 20 miles a day for nearly a week in some of the steepest areas I have ever hiked with no trails and only a map and hope. The helicopters flew over head searching for her. I wanted my sister. I hurt, I bled, I cried and I kept hoping. Then one day after I got home from my hiking and the Sheriff came to my mothers door and I knew when I saw his face that it was over. I will never forget the effect it has on a mother to hear that her daughter is dead. I was strong for her and I held her and comforted her and held her more. I called my brothers and family to tell them. I held myself up so everyone had someone to talk to. I spent hours putting a slide show together for her wake. I cried myself to sleep late at night. I stood tall and held everyone at the wake I told them all it would be okay. We would get through it. As I drove 500 miles home alone I wondered what life was really about. I wondered if it mattered. I wasn't sure. About a week after I got back and my legs and feet could stand it, I went dancing. I needed it. I needed to feel my normal life again. It wasn't normal. It was like looking through a window at normal life. I sat there wondering why I had come and if I should go home. There were a few people that asked me to dance I would dance with them and they would ask me how I was and I would answer them and they would look at me and not know what to say. I would go back to my seat and I would just sit there wondering again what I as doing. Then came the girl of my dreams and she asked me to dance. I said yes. We danced and she asked me where I had been(I found out later she had been looking for me at dances since our last dance.) I told her where I had been and what had happened. I don't remember what she said but I melted. I nearly cried and she talked to me for a while after we danced. She told me to call her and talk to her if I needed to. I called her and spilled my life story for the next week or so over the phone. She didn't talk much she just listed to me. Then one night she called me and told me to meet her at her place and to take her to dinner. I did. After wards I took her home and I was sitting in her house on her couch thinking here is the girl of my dreams and all I can do is talk. I was too shy to kiss her. Even after she told me she had a thing for me. I left in a strange state. Thinking there was still no chance but there was no way I was going to let that other guy she told me about have her. The rest is history. I love her so much. D