The First Move!

The first move is the most difficult. Once you've gone past that it's a smooth sail. So she had to decide. Whether to make the first move or not. She went through it over and over again, in her head pondering over those thoughts endlessly. Like a defendant would, to plea for innocence. After all her intentions were innocent. As she drifted into her thoughts she remembered how those fears were once a part of her life.

It was one summer, when her parents send her away, to a summer camp. Among the crowd of excited kids, she felt lost. While everyone chatted away and played or just fought for the swing, she crept into a corner. Hugging her little teddy bear, like someone had placed her life in it. He noticed her sitting there. Her big brown eyes were swelling up with tears. She looked at him anxiously. He only smiled back.


The warmth that came along melted her fears. With some courage, she got up then and went up to him and asked him if she could play with him and his friends. He replied that he was also new to the camp and hadn't made friends yet.

From there, there was no turning back. And today, they were inseparable. Yet still it was surprising that he never learned about her feelings.

Her gal pals warned her to say nothing until she didn't know for sure. But like the say that the heart has its own reasons, reason knows none.

So she made up her mind. Today was D-day. She called him up and made plans to go their favourite hangout. Dressed her best, she got into her convertible and drove down, rehearsing in her head what she would say.

When they got there, she entwined her hand in his, and walked towards the Old Oak tree where they first started out. She, rehearsing the most beautiful words in her head. Unaware about the ring he was carrying in his pocket.