truth

baseball and tears

Time flies when I'm with her. Five hours after our diner stop, we had walked around town, window shopping, gone to the park to feed the ducks, played on the playground for an hour, and now we were standing here, looking at our baseball fields.

She had hit 67 home runs in her 4 years of high school, and I had seen almost all of them.

The ones I missed were due to her having a boyfriend who wasn't a fan of me, and made that clear. By that I mean he walked up to me during a game and said "she's mine. Do not touch, look at, talk to, or think about her. I will make you wish you were dead. Got it?"

After that I left, and the next day I kicked the crap out of him and she broke up with him... Perfect for me, because now she's mine.

"Can someone please tell me why we haven't been here together in so long?"
She asked, interupting my train of thought.

"well, one of us left, and hasn't been back in a while." I said, trying to blame her.

This was also the place where she told me about her parents... 8th grade year, in the dug out after her last game of the season, she had sat on the bench with me while we waited for my mom. She had told me everything...

She told me about a set of parents she had been sent to when she was nine, who had beaten her severely and left her outside, and how she'd ran away.
How she'd never told anyone, not even brett, what had happened...
Another couple who locked her in her room, and only let her out to use the bathroom and eat. She had been hit there too, but the social services worker decided to check on her, and her broken jaw and arm seemed like enough for them to remove her...

We had always been friends, but I finally felt like I truly knew her. We had stayed up all that night, she cried and unloaded, and so did I (minus the tears.)

And after that, we had never been the same. That was the night I fell in love with the girl in front of me.
After that, we talked about everything, from girls and boys to school to family to sports... The most common being sports. It was amazing, and it's only gotten better.

So what brings us back here? She said it was a place she'd never forget, although she hadn't told me why yet.

We walked to tge dug out, hand in hand. She couldn't stop smiling, and every time she did, it was to say something stupid and cute. I haven't said it yet, (obviously) but I love her.

"Do you remember that day?" she asked, standing behind me to hug me around the waist.

"Hmmm... Which one?" I teased, trying to sound confused.

"The one where I killed you for teasing me? Oh wait, that's today!" she yelled, jabbing me in the ribs... Harder than I thought!

"Of course I remember, that was the first time for both of us, we actually talked about our feelings... That was the first time I'd seen you cry. And that was the first time I knew how much I wanted to be with you." I whispered, hugging her tightly and kissing her. Damn, the way she kissed made my blood run cold.
How'd I get so lucky???

"... That was the first day, I finally felt like you saw me... That anyone saw me, for who I was... And you didn't run. I really thought if I ever told anyone what I'd been through... If I told them how I felt, they would run. And for once, I felt safe. I want you to know how much that meant to me, you were my best friend after that. I never wanted anyone else to hear my feelings or hold me or kiss me or promise everything was gonna be alright. It was you, from then on." she mumbled into my chest, hugging me tightly.

I could feel my shirt getting slowly warmer. Great, she's crying.
"are you okay, babe?"

If she's crying, what the hell did I do???

She looked up at me with wet eyes, smeared mascara, and her hair a mess... I saw the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and she wasn't even trying.
This was when I realized how lucky I was... When I she looked up at me like she needed me, forever. When she made me feel like the only man who could make her happy. She made me feel alive, and I couldn't help but kiss her. And, although she wasn't expecting me to, she delivered an amazing kiss right back.

"I'm just... Happy. You know? Like nothing could go wrong. Which isn't always a good feeling, knowing how things can go wrong, but it still feels... Good. It feels like we're unstoppable, like nobody could get in between us... And now I'm sounding sappy... Damn it!" she giggled, kissing me again.

"How about you and I go home, you can wear my tshirt and a pair of sweats, I can chamge into some sweats, and we can cuddle up and watch all of the saw movies, okay?" I asked, trying to sound caring. Some day, I will completely take care of you.

"please??? I need to cuddle up. I'm so tired. And we need to watch those again, its been over a year!!!" she laughed, using her puppy dog eyes to beg. She makes me so damn happy, I just can't say no to those eyes.

"okay, lets go." I mumbled, grabbing her wrist.
... That's when it.started pouring down rain. The dugout was so loud with the rain pelting down on the tin roof, I couldn't help but smile... I love the rain.

"piggy back ride?" she begged, smiling and begging at the same time.

"... Fine. Only if you promise to stay over tonight." I said, trying to convince her. I didn't want her to leave. But she won't!

"... Okay, fine. Hopefully your mom will be okay with it."
Apparently she will! Yes! This was going to be a perfect night. No sex, but that would come later. When we were married.

I picked her up, running across the field to the truck. I opened the door, turning around and dropping her on the seat.
"thanks baby!" she yelled, closing the door and locking me out...
Rude.
Gonna be a while before she lets me back.