When I was somewhat recovered and kneeling there on the sand with her on one knee and rubbing my back as I coughed more she said the funniest thing to me.
“This is probably a bad time to tell you this, but when my father finds out we were kissing, he’s going to make you marry me.”
From that day on, the two of us have been tight.
You know something, until right now I have never told or wrote about that. I guess because I knew my mother would over react and never let me go out alone again. Of course that doesn’t matter now as I’ll never get to surf again.
