~*How Lisa & David Met*~

Chapter 7
By Lisa ashley_mylove3@yahoo.com
Present Day: July 30, 2004
Nearly jumping out of my skin, my hand goes to my heart as I gasp. I stumble backward into the edge of the shower and feel myself pitching backward. Clutching the shower curtain in an attempt to save myself from falling, it gives way. I hit the wall of the shower stall with water raining over me as I quickly descend with a thud to the bottom. David is plastered against the frosted glass looking in. Unfortunately, I didn’t expect him to be there, and I overreact. I quietly lie on the bottom of the shower basin, while watching him come to life from my unforeseen fall. “Darn it, David! Ouch!” I mutter softly. Even with my head pounding, I feel incredibly embarrassed. I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel my eyes start to tear. **Lord does that hurt! This just isn’t my day is it?** I think as I hear David begin to panic. I open my eyes and see that David is having a time. He tries to open the door, but seeing as I locked it, he struggles with it. “Lisa! Lisa, are you OK?! Shoot! I’m sorry! Luv, can you hear me? Lisa? I’m coming in!” In his dread, he shoves his shoulder into the door and afraid for his safety, I can’t stay still any longer. Trusting that my voice wouldn’t sound like I was going to cry…again, I say “Da…David?!” Clearing my throat, I talk to him, raising my voice. “David? I’m OK. Don’t try coming in, or you’ll break the glass!” Slowly, I rise off the floor looking at the mess I’ve made. Water is everywhere. “Open the door, Lisa. Please, open the door! I need make sure you’re alright.” David begs. Though my towel is soaking wet, thankfully it clings to my body as I walk over to the door. Glancing in the mirror, I see that my face is flushed. I have several areas where my back, shoulder, and arms hit the wall and are quickly turning into bruises. Unlocking the door, I step back as David comes in. Hugging me tightly, he says, “I’m sorry, Luv! I’m terrible! I didn’t think you’d react that way. I was trying to be funny. I can’t seem to do anything right!” Drawing back, he looks into my eyes with concern. “I’m OK…your doing everything right at this moment.” I smile and feel my cheeks grow hotter than they already are. Looking me over to examine my hurts, he winces when he notices the visible bruising. “Oh, Luv. I feel awful.” Reaching his hands to my head he feels for any bumps. “Did you hit your head?” I nod yes as he touches the goose egg that is developing. He looks into my eyes and I can see his own pain, his regret. He draws me into a hug. “It’s alright, truly. It really was kinda funny, if you think about it. I overreacted. I didn’t expect you to be a Peeping Tom…uh…I mean…a Peeping David. Hahaha!” I tease trying to make him feel better. Looking at me again he doesn’t seem so sure as he adds, “No, I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t mean to frighten my girl.” I try to reassure him by giving him a kiss and returning his hug. Standing there, we begin to sway in comfort until I feel my towel loosen. Stopping, I hug him harder and whisper in his ear, “Mela en’ coiamin? Tampa. Amin…Amin…Amin…Ugh! My towel is going to fall if you move away from me.” Felling him try to pull away, we begin to laugh. “Yee! Tampa tanya!” I say as I smack the back of his head. “A! Tanya awra, a’maelamin!” He says with a hearty laugh. Laughing again, I come back with “Lle vesta?” David’s laughing quiets and his face grows serious. He kisses my ear and whispers, “Promise what?” I begin to blush and suddenly feel shy again. Resting my head against his shoulder, in a muffled voice I say, “That…That I’m your beloved.” Chuckling ever so softly he says to me, “Yes…yes you are. I do mean it. Do you promise?” I sigh and feel a little scared of asking… “Promise what?” I lift my head and look into his beautiful blue eyes. “You know…” I smile at his words, nod, and sigh, “Yes, I do… You’re the love of my life.” Leaning his head down to meet mine, he kisses my nose. “So… Elvish…eh? How am I supposed to whisper sweet nothings into your ear and some not so sweet nothings if you can understand me?” He says with a look of mischief in his eyes and a Cheshire smile. I look down and giggle slightly. “Well…I know a little. It comes to me now and then. Kinda like French and Spanish. Oh, and sometimes Gaelic.” “What? You never told me you knew Gaelic! The secrets you hold, girl!” My mouth drops wide open and I laugh hard. “Hello! What secrets? Hey, I’m an open book! You can ask me anything and I would tell you. Besides, I only know a few things in Gaelic. De ‘n t-ainm a tha ort? Tha mi ag obair ann an taigh-osda. De ‘n aois atha thu? A little of the basics, nothing fabulous. And right now…I really need to get back to my shower so…could I please have a little privacy?” Giving me a hard kiss on my lips, David says, “Ugh! You’re driving me crazy! OK…Am bi sibh fada? Dinner’s waiting.” I give him a slight push back and say, “Cha bhi. Oh and by the way, if you hadn’t noticed…you all wet.” David looks at his clothes and laughs. “No, I didn’t. I had your loving arms to keep me from noticing.” I close the door and quickly wipe up the water from the floor. After I re-hang the shower curtain, I take my shower. Letting the water wash over me, I relax and sing softly to the song on the radio. I love this song. The Colour Of My Love. I once thought it to be the song that I wanted to dance to at my wedding. I still would love it to be but there are so many songs out there. Celine Dion has a powerful voice that can convey such emotion. Yes, of course I cry when I hear this song. It means something deeper for me. I'll paint my mood in shades of blue Paint my soul to be with you I'll sketch your lips in shaded tones Draw your mouth to my own I recall my love for drawing and painting while I imagine myself ’Painting my soul to be with’ David. I’d go up into the mountains and draw from nature. On the mountains near my home, there are many trees and flowers. I’d draw the clouds, rocks, trees, and the setting sun. I loved using watercolors. I felt such satisfaction in making a beautiful picture. The path that I like to take is quite popular among the locals. There’s a castle on the mountainside above Highway 89 that makes the area seem like long ago. Especially, if you don’t pay too much attention to the houses that a slowly creeping their way up higher and higher on the mountain. It’s a hard climb but the view is all worth it. I'll draw your arms around my waist Then all doubt I shall erase I'll paint the rain that softly lands on your wind-blown hair I smile as I think about David and the time we’ve had together. How he holds me in his arms…his sweet and tender kisses…our hearts beating as one… The memories we’ve made together can’t be removed from my heart. I sing a little louder, but I don’t care. The music is loud enough for David not to hear me. This song makes me…feel. The words in the song now have a much more profound meaning. I’ve liked many a guy, but this is something different…special. **Why did he choose me? What makes me more special than the many gorgeous women around Maui…or even the world?** I'll trace a hand to wipe out your tears A look to calm your fears A silhouette of dark and light While we hold each other oh so tight My mind wanders over to when we were outside and I told him of the accident. It was hard to talk about it, but somehow, he made it all right. I don’t feel the same about that horrible time. It’s not as bad now. In his arms I felt…no, I feel so safe and secure. Something that I haven’t felt in so long. He has given me a treasure. I didn’t think I would feel protected like that again. I am a strong woman who is still vulnerable at times. I feel intensely about so many things. My family, friends, my cats. Things that are important. I even cry reading a book, watching a movie, and especially when I listen to music. Since I was a wee lass, you could catch me with tears coming down if I heard music that moved me. I'll paint a sun to warm your heart Swearing that we'll never part That's the colour of my love **Can this last? Can people stay together when they are so far apart?** I'll paint the truth Show how I feel Try to make you completely real **Nothing but the truth. Tell him what I think and feel.** I feel myself frown with worry when I think about IT. **How do I bring this up? What will I say? What will he say?** I'll use a brush so light and fine To draw you close and make you mine **I feel like he is…mine. Am I letting myself get involved with…one very caring, loving, and passionate man, too fast? I know I love him. I’ve tried to squelch those feelings and thoughts but each day I’m with him, he gives me more of himself… If David grew tired of me and found someone else, will I be hurt beyond repair if I let him have all of me? My heart is so…tender.** My mind is racing from one question to another. **This is such a new experience for me that I don’t know if I’m doing anything right. If I’m so open with him as I have already been, will it scare him off if I reveal too much?** I'll draw the years all passing by So much to learn so much to try **I want to believe in a forever. Is that so wrong? To hope in our future. Fall even further in love and marry. Make a family together. Having three little ones running around, calling me mummy and him, daddy or papa. The children would have my curly hair. Maybe with his blue eyes. My own are a medium brown towards the pupil and extend out in lighter tones of honey with mini flecks of green at the edges. My dad was blond and blue eyed so there is always a chance for my children to be of fair hair and eyes. With my rosy cheeks and dimples. His nose and beautiful smile. Having his creative side for acting and my musical abilities. Maybe they’d be athletic and adventurous. Am I too much of a romantic for my own good? Am I too tenderhearted to survive losing him if he decides to leave?** I let all my fears, doubts and questions surface so that I can mull them over. And with this ring our lives will start Swearing that we'll never part I offer what you cannot buy Devoted love until we die I can’t sing this part. I always cry. I choke and stop. Every time she sings ‘And with this ring our lives will start…Swearing that we’ll never part. I offer what you cannot buy…Devoted love until we die.’ I feel myself wanting…the very something that I have longed for… **Could this be it? Could this be my future with David? I can see my life with him. I can see forever with him. Am I too reckless or careless for believing in my heart, mind, and soul…for this…Love?** I turn off the water and get out of the shower. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 8