I had always been the girl who looked a little bit too deeply into things, trying to find a sense of meaning in it all. I was desperate, not to be loved, but rather to be in a place of passion and excitement. The problem with this is that when you get to that place, you never want it to end. Instead, you want to change this place into somewhere that you can stay; somewhere that you can feel safe. I found this kind of place, but I am still not sure of what it is. This place was the cab of his pickup truck, with my hand resting softly in his. My heart was beating fast as I curled up next to him in the woods, using words only when it was necessary. I cannot say whether this was something special to him, or just something he did with every girl. But last night was enchanting for me. Even the way he drifted through gravel back roads, exploring places that I had never been. It made me feel alive with excitement. There was no sort of promise or commitment that went along with this; just simply a night of ease. He knew how to make me feel special, still giving me space to breathe. This place was our secret. I just hope that one day, he doesn't try to keep this secret away from me.