Something Borrowed, Something New

                                                                            Prolouge

"If its not me than what is it?" He asks bringing his fingers underneathe my chin and lifting my face so I"m gazing into his eyes. So sparkly and radiant, such a vast contrast to the dark and dreary mood of the converstaion we're currently having.

"I'm not sure....I dont know." I answer back quietly, so quiet for a second I doubt he even hears me but then his face is dipping down so his lips can meet mine in a passionate kiss. His hands leave my face to wrap around my waist and my fingers run through his hair.

The kiss is short and light, airy and blissful...perfect. And I know that should excite me, thrill me, leave me starry eyed and and completely dazzled. But instead I'm left feeling scared and a bit taken aback. Not that there's anything wrong with him, god no he's perfect! It's just...I never thought I believed in all this love stuff. As if he hears my thoughts, he interrupts my panic to graze the back of his hand over my cheek and whisper softly,

"things can change you know? Things could be different....for you and I....for us." There's that word again 'us'. On impulse I pull back away from his touch and dip my head so my gaze is on the ground.

But unlike any other guy out there he isn't giving up on me that easy. If this had been any other boy he'd have left me alone to deal with my insecurities. But he isn't any other boy.

"Caydence, Look at me." He's prompting, pulling a piece of hair back behind my ear. "this doesn't have to be like every other love story. I love you and that's all that matters."

Loves me, he loves me. With all my defaults and screw-ups, all the things most people can't stand, this boy, he loves me; and what's worse.....I think I love him back.