A Story - Untitled - Part III


It was a long drive to his weekend retreat.

She stopped to get gas. She thought maybe she should phone him.

It would be wonderful to hear his voice. She would tell him that she had decided to accept his offer and had jumped in the car and was on her way to him. She hadn't even taken time to speak.

She had just made the decision and gone. She would tell him she loved him and was anxious to be in his arms.

She knew in her heart such a call would both surprise and delight him.

It was funny how each passing mile erased any doubts from her mind.

She had made the right decision...throwing caution to the wind, reaching out for the love he was so readily willing to give. She had taken down the armor from around her heart. Daring to love him unconditionally - daring to believe he loved her just the way she was.

Oops - the pump was spewing gas all over the side of her car. She laughed at how lost she had been in her own thoughts. Call him? No, she wouldn't spoil the surprise.

She climbed back in the car. A gentle rain started to fall. How ironic, the rain was splashing on the windshield while the stars were still twinkling above. She felt sure this was going to be a magical night.