I don't realise that I'm kissing her until it's over. Until our lips pull away from each other. I feel empty - like all the good in me has been sucked out. I would never have understood that before I had my first kiss. I never would have realised that a kiss could have been so amazing that when it ended it felt like the world was over.
I return my brain to Abby, and her romantic date for my birthday. I still can't believe that I'm living the life that I am. I mean, surely Abby is way too good for me, right? Surely I'm not good enough for Abby. Abby. My girlfriend. The love of my life is actually my girlfriend!
We finally get out of the car, our feet gently plodding along the path to my dream. My weight is Abby's weight. Abby's weight is my weight. We lean on each other, hand in hand.
Our trek up Mount Sketch begins. I've dreamt of coming here for ages, but I never realised that I'd come with my too-good-to-be-true girlfriend.
Silence curls in, surprisingly comfortable, as we reach the half way point. We both sit down, exhausted and nearly on top of one another. We each take a beautiful sketching pencil out of the pot, walk over to the engraving station and look at each other. Oh, how attractive her eyes are. Especially when they are on mine.
"What should we engrave in them?" Oh, how attractive Abby's voice is. Especially when aimed at me.
"We should have something matching." My voice is nothing compared to hers.
A few moments later, my sketch pad (Abby, always so organised, brought it) is in my hand. My pencil, engraved with 'Burke Suso = love', is drawing Abby and I, gazing into each other's eyes.
"I need it!"
Of course Abby needs a copy. She's being a typical Abby. The best girlfriend ever, in case anybody was wondering who typical Abby is.
This is my dream.
Guess what, Suso? I'm officially in love with you!
