That Four Letter Word Part IV

Something I've come to learn is that love is something that you create uniquely with a person.
I don't know if this is just one of those unspoken details that everyone else knew all along, or something that someone would hear or read and say "Duh!" because it makes so much sense, that it must be common sense.
What I mean by it's something you create uniquely though; is that it's a level of comfort and care for an individual that you want to share everything with.
Someone you can't be without; someone you could never afford to lose.
I realize now that I don't want to love anyone else.
I don't want this bond with anyone else, because it just won't be the same.
In a way, she's the only girl that'll ever make me feel right; she's the only person I want to be this comfortable with.
I just wish I could find a way to perfectly express my feelings to her.

Months later, I gathered up the money to get a bus ticket and my best friend was coincidentally dating a girl from the same hole in the wall town; and he got a ticket and was going to ride up with me on a Greyhound.
The ride itself was an adventure; the strange people you meet, the things you witness.
It was just kind of a wild thing.
The only thing that sucked was that I got stuck at a bus station in Las Vegas for about four or five hours.
When we finally got there, I couldn't wait to see her.
My best friend's girlfriend dropped me off at her house and when she opened the door, I just felt this surge of energy.
She was just as beautiful, if not more beautiful than I remember.
She looked at me and smiled, then I walked towards her with my arms out and she hugged me.
She told her step-dad she was going downtown for a little bit and to call her on her cellphone if her mom needed anything.
We walked down the street trying to get our walking timed right while holding eachother (I'm 5'9", she's 5'5" 5'4", if I remember correctly; yes, it does make a difference).
We went down and had lunch at a little Mom & Pop diner, and unknown at the time, I left my expensive sunglasses there.
Which I figured out, half way to the park.
We then walked to the park and on the way there, she freaked out and gave me this weird nervous smile and tried to drag me the other way.
And I grabbed her hand a little bit stronger and wouldn't let her pull me away asking her what was wrong; she looked like she just saw a ghost.
I finally figured out what it was, her ex boyfriend drove by.
She was scared for reasons still unknown to me, but we continued on to the park and he drove back.
I watched his car and smiled, while she was panicking and suggesting we leave.
Then, when he came by for his final sweep, I pulled out my telescopic riot baton and held it where it was in view, and then waved to him cheerfully as he drove by.
We sat and talked for a bit longer, kissing and talking about random things, when I saw a few Clydesdale horses walking through the park with their owners.
It was really cool, just so sudden.
After we laid around in the grass and talked some more, we headed back to the restaurant to get my sunglasses, and the bus boy had found them; he gave them back and I tipped him and we headed back to her house.
To Be Continued...