That perfect was mine.

Chapter 7

I walk beside him in a wonder land with just us. It's like the word really has stopped and we have been placed in a mystery as to where we are and as to who we are for each other. It can only be described as graceful.

I just stare at his hand that swings next to mine hopping he'll grab it and have our hands meet. Hoping that they will fit with each other perfectly just like there made for each other. As if each person on this planet has a significant other made just for them that even there hands are purposely made to fit exactly right with the other. I don't know but the more I think about our hands touching, I think of our lips meeting, I think of his lips how slim but plump they are, also there probably soft and mabey his a good kisser. He is just... "Perfect" I smile at my daydream

"What's perfect" he laughs

I shake my head and look closer at him "um.. Uh what. I said that out loud" I'm stuttering again. god dammit Ariel.

"Uh.. Yea you kinda did" he seems curious.

"Well uh.. If you have to know I am just thinking of how perfect this place is. That's all." I say with all coincidence

"Hmmm. Sure you where" he laughs being sarcastic. He grabs my shoulders with both hands, to stop me and now he's in front of me. I just keep looking up at his dreamy eyes. "Okay, well lucky for you or your foot we are here so close your eyes." He seems so exited like a child on Christmas morning. So I do as he says. He wraps his arm around waist to support and guide me.

"Just don't drop me" I say playful.

"Better hope I wont" I exhale loud and frown. "Fine i promise you'll be okay."

He's pushing my body forward as I skid my feet across the dirt. he steers me left then right and the occasional "rock" so that it triggers me to step over it. It's only like 5 minuets I have my eyes close until he stopes moving and whispers "open"

When my eyes come to a clear all I see is a wall of leaves in front of me like a door.

I point to it "um.. Do-oo I go throw?" It's kinda weird that he just did not let me walk myself here then close my eyes but whatever.

"Obviously" he says with attitude but that huge smile still on his face form the last time I looked at him.

I change form him to the leaves. I stick my hands out toghether and push back the leaves. I walk through haveing my body hit with branches and leave palms. My mouth drops open and my eyes widen. It's marvelous, amazing, gracious, just beyond Beautiful. There's lanterns hung in vines and tree leaves, Christmas lights hung around the sky that light up this place. There's a river that sets in the left side that flows softly and you can smell the mist In the air, fresh and soft. The trees scat around (what I can see) as the end of the river but most likely it's not. The water reflects on the lights. Around that there's small blue flowers and medium length grass that's seems soft to the touch. But what ties it all toghether is the giant tree house next to the river, it's huge and lights flow out of the windows, the wood painted in a yellow green color. But it's elegant, the structure is built around the tree not just in it. It's whimsical. There's couches right outside in like a porch of the tree house. Also there's a bridge connecting two parts together the second seems to be a gazebo painted in white and it's pretty high up. The space here is amazing. The lights, structure, river and crisp cool air tie every thing to each other like a link or train of pure perfection. It's not to big nor small. It's like those real odd places that only seem real in movies. This was one of those places. How could anyone find this? How could he find this? I forgot that he was with me. Or more like I was with him. But it's just beyond what I expected.

"How is this even possible it's like a fairy tale spot only seen in never land how did you find this, build it, make it? It's marvelous. It's amazing. " I smile in found and excitement and wonder. And I can tell I'm talking a mile a minuet.