** Je Suis Malade - Laura Fabian **

** Immortelle - Laura Fabian **

** Love By Grace - Laura Fabian **

** Patric Swayze - She's Like The Wind **


Chapter 2 - Having Doubts (Harry's Thoughts)

On his drive home from LaCrosse Scrimmage practice, all Harold could think about was beautiful Christina Rose. A girl who,
according to half the free world, he could never have-"Really does wonders for the self confidence", he mused. They were from different worlds, he & she. She was like royalty, her family was a pillar of the community. Everyone from the mayor to the governor knew who the Sullivans were. That made his butterflies in his stomach worse.

Playing on the radio during his drive home was Lara Fabian's "Je Suis Malade" (I Am Sick); and he was truly Malade. He was love. Lara was singing the song so sultry that all he could picture in his mind was his beautiful Christina. He longed to hold her, to protect her from the world. He was determined that no matter what anyone had to say,
she was now his. He could see in her eyes that she felt the same way about him that he felt about her. "A Picture Speaks A Thousand Words". The picture in her eyes spoke billions of words in one glance. He felt a peace in his heart and in his soul when he thought of her. That's how he knew this was right. At a stop light, he closed his eyes and saw her porcelain face. He softly smiled to himself. What was WRONG with him? He was behaving like a love sick puppy. He had just met her and already she had him wrapped around her little finger.

PATRICK SWAYZE'S "She's Like The Wind" came on the radio. It seemed to speak volumes of their relationship and yet, it hadn't even begun yet:


""She's like the wind through my tree ""She rides the night next to me ""She leads me through moonlight ""Only to burn me with the sun ""She's taken my heart ""But she doesn't know what she's done

After this afternoon's game, she had definitely taken his heart; and Harry knew, the way her family operated, especially her father, she really has no idea what she's just done by falling in love with him. In his eyes, with his low self-
esteem, she could do so much better. He wasn't a handsome, buff, tan, built jock. He wasn't supermodel material. He wasn't smooth with the ladies. He put the top down on his convertible and let the wind run through his hair. As he felt the wind on his face, he imagined instead, it being Crissy's breath. His palms started to sweat. He had never given ANY woman ANY thought at all, at least not in the romantic way. His heart started to beat at a rapid rate. This was all new to him. He sighed with resignation, almost kicking himself for allowing his heart to get away from him. She was out of his league and he knew it. The whole school knew it.

""Feel her breath on my face ""Her body close to me ""Can't look in her eyes ""She's out of my league ""Just a fool to believe ""I have anything she needs ""She's like the wind .

After today, he longed to feel her very breath on his face, to feel her body close to his. It was strange though. He had no problem looking into those crystal blue eyes of hers. They were like an ocean. He could get lost in them. He could swim in them. He felt himself getting slightly disoriented & dizzy. It was all he could do to get his mind back on the road. According to everyone of his close friends, she was very MUCH out of his league. What was he thinking that she would ever, in a million years, accept a date with him? He had nothing to offer her and he had nothing she needed. But he couldn't get out of his mind that he wasn't wrong about the way she looked at him. It was why he was going to law school after high school & college. He had the ability to read people, to read their emotions, even from a distance. He wasn't wrong in what he saw in her eyes and in her body language.

His heart sank. "She knows nothing about me", he thought to himself. "Once she DOES get to know me, it'll be a turn off.
So she thought she saw someone who was cute. Or maybe she smiled at me out of pity". He immediately felt horrible for pre judging her. He knew what it felt like to be pre judged because of who you are, because of WHAT you are, because of where you come from; and here he was, doing the same thing to her. "I don't know WHAT I'm gonna do". But he knew he had to do SOMETHING. Deep in his heart, he loved her already. It's often been said that a woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. The same could be said of HIS heart...and he was afraid she was about to discover every secret he had.