Gunner
After that night I found myself daydreaming about her more and more. I remember the smell of coconut on her skin. The way her curls bounced when she danced. The way that the dress she wore was just tight enough to see her curves and yet left enough to the imagination. I know I was not the only one looking that night. I had a lot of people asking about her and when I saw her standing there smiling and laughing I wanted to touch her. Asking her to dance was needed. I needed to make sure people knew I was there and she was to not be touched. Then it turned into I just really needed to touch her. She was not wearing much makeup and that was the perfect amount. She is naturally hypnotic. There are some days I have to actively make myself look away. I wasn't meaning to do what I did that night but it was needed. More for me then her. I did it without thinking and when I felt her relax I thought maybe she needs it too. I wanted to kiss her right then and there and not overthink it but I knew she was not ready. She needs time. It's been a month and I can't stop thinking about her. She has only had one attack sense that night but wasn't there for that. I found out that night on the porch. These day I just try not to touch her and sound like an idiot around her.
After dinner I sat on the porch with her and my dad. Then she skipped off to say goodnight to Honey. I watch her go and I can't take my eyes off her. She has this way of not at all knowing just how mesmerizing she is. Her dimples on her cheeks make me blush when I see them and that's it I'm done. She has me wrapped around her finger. I didn't expect this to happen. I didn't really want this to happen. She needed help I gave it. Did I think she was gorgeous in that photo she sent, yes. But that is nothing on her now. It's not just her looks though it's her smell her voice. The way words roll off her tongue they sound like a song. I watch her love on Honey and I am in a sea of happiness.
" Son, I see what's going on. I see how this is working between you but we need to talk about this. When a woman consumes you. When they become your reason for breathing. They rely on that. They rely on you to be around for it all. They need you." I look out at her again and she is giving Honey carrots. " That girl has been broken. Heartbroken and physically broken. When you have a girl like that you have to approach that love gently. You will spend a lot of time telling her she will be okay. That things get better. That she is the most amazing woman in the world. She is beautiful and worth it. That she is the fountainship of you. Then the you foundation becomes an us foundation. This is not built overnight. It's not built quickly. It takes time and energy. It takes patience and understanding. Do you understand, son?" I shake my head yes. " Now that girl right there has come here to heal and I see the way you look at her and the way you touch her. The way you talk to her. She is not a one night session. She is a tragic masterpiece. How that girl came from the hell she was in and is still sweet and caring. Willing to bend for us and fits so well. I will never understand it." He stands and looks out at her. " Now I love that girl like my own. I will define her to the end. If you are not willing to be the man you need to be for her. Son, I am telling you. You need to let her go. If you can't be that man you need to tell her. I know that look and she feels it too. Women know these things; they feel it deep in their hearts and her heart is still being stitched."
" I thought you were my dad." I say trying to not choke up knowing he is right.
" I am, but that girl." He looks after her like he is looking for his own daughter. " She never had a dad. She never had a man that taught her the right from wrong and the way a daughter should be loved. I can't explain it but she is my daughter. I won't have her broken more than she already is. So I think you need to decide if that is a challenge you are willing to take on more than you already have. Is she worth that challenge? Do you love her enough to do so?"
" I think I need to talk to her and see what she wants as well." i say
" I think that is a good idea." He says
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