Finals are over, we’ve all managed to graduate, and I’m on the beach in Cancun, Mexico. Phillip and I are walking hand in hand in the moonlight.
It’s a very romantic setting.
I can hear the sound of the ocean lapping the beach. The moonlight is shimmering off the water and in the sky.
It even feels romantic.
The sand is rough between my toes, and the water keeps coming up onto the beach to caress my bare feet.
Phillip stops and kisses me, and it’s really wonderful.
When I kiss Phillip, I feel like I’m home, like I’m exactly where I belong. It’s a weird and wonderful and very scary feeling.
Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am in love with him.
If only I wasn’t so afraid of losing him.
“Stop thinking so much,” he says, reading my mind. “Where is Miss Spontaneous when I need her? Any other time, and you’d be dancing on the beach, making out with the guy. Do me a favor, Princess; relax and enjoy this.”
I try to relax, and I have to admit, the kisses help.
I can tell Phillip would like there to be more going on than kissing, but every time he presses the issue, I feel myself pulling back.
I am just not ready.
