Chapter 31

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It's been a few days since Camila and I's discussion about our relationship and where we stand, and things are in a good place.  We are more open and honest with each other now and I have that conversation to thank for that. 

I know she's frustrated, but so am I.  I would love nothing more than to be able to walk and take her on actual dates, but until I can do that....I mean, walk a little bit better at least, I can't bring myself to ask her to be my girlfriend.  Call it my pride or whatever, she's just too amazing of a person to be with someone like me....especially with someone like me given our history, for me not to be 100% for her, because I think that's what she deserves.

I know that seems unrealistic given that she's literally been by my side this entire time, but I've always pictured how I would ask her out.  Even all those years ago before my ego and fuck boy ways got the best of me.  I've always envisioned something simple, yet romantic.  I mean, borderline marriage proposal people! (No he's not proposing).

I've always thought of asking her somewhere where I could hang lights and have candles all over and her favorite meal all laid out for her.  Then when I asked her to be my girlfriend I'd have sunflowers and chocolates for her. 

I know a guy who knows a guy that spells words out on chocolate so since I know how much she loves it, I think it'd be a unique way to ask her

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I know a guy who knows a guy that spells words out on chocolate so since I know how much she loves it, I think it'd be a unique way to ask her.

Just thinking about it gives me the good kind of goosebumps; but also the motivation to work hard during my therapy sessions to get to walking and gaining strength faster.

Physical therapy has been excruciating. I didn't realize not using your legs for over two months could set a person back so much. I have to retrain my legs to learn how to walk again. I even have this fancy walker now, which Connor and Niall so cleverly taped checkered flag duct tape all over. "Race to the finish!" Connor had said while they were tripping out my new accessory.

Camila doesn't seem to mind my walker or my wheelchair. I'm fact, now when she comes to visit, which sadly is less often because she's gone back to working part time, and she still has her own therapy to do; she finds herself trying to roll around in my wheelchair. I came back from therapy one day using a different wheelchair and she was wheelchair racing a guy as old as my grandpa down the hall. I remember laughing so hard because the grandpa won and Camila cutely pouted and I had to pull her back in my room and kiss her until she started laughing from how silly that whole scene was. I mean I wasn't complaining because I got to kiss her and whisper sexy things in her ear, so.....

Anyway... it's been a day since she's been here and I miss her terribly. We still text or FaceTime when she's away and I'm pretty sure my sister is keeping her updated as well. Aaliyah comes to see my right after school everyday and I help her with her homework. She's lucky the doctor here said helping her with her homework can help my mental stimulation and to help reprogram some parts of my brain, otherwise she'd be on her own.

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