"So, you wanted to meet me here?" I say. The butterflies in my stomach have escalated, and I can hardly hear his answer over my own pounding heartbeat.
"Yeah," he replies softly. "Maria, I just...ah..." He shakes his head. "No mater what I say, I'm just going to sound cliche."
I frown softly, trying my hardest not to smile. "What do you want to tell me?"
"I don't know..." He takes another step closer. "Will you- I mean- Maria, I really like- I really like you."
"I like you too." I say, my hopes deflating slightly. A friend. Just a-
He surprises me with a soft kiss.
"Is this- are you alright with this?"
"Yeah," I whisper breathlessly. "I just feel bad that you have to lean down so far to-"
He's on his knees this time when he kisses me again.
Later that night, I have a dream.
It's the exact same scene, but he doesn't have to lean over.
This time I'm standing, free from the wheelchair.