We stepped outside onto the deck behind the beautiful wooden cabin we borrowed from one of Paul’s friends for the weekend. It was the last free weekend he had before the band went on tour. I wasn’t coming with them, I had to work and stuff, Paul wanted to do something special with me away from everyone else before he left, it would be awhile before they had a break from touring. It had been awhile since we were alone too. There were always parties to go to, appearances to make, people to see. I love it all, I really did, I love being social and meeting new people, but I’m also a very private person and like having time to myself. If my head was spinning this much, I can only imagine what it was like for Paul. But he’s not like me, he loves being the center of attention sometimes, and I don’t think it got to him as much it did me. That was another reason I declined to go on tour with them.

The cabin was more spectacular than I could have ever imagined. Once I got there I didn’t want to leave. It was so serene, so quiet, and so peaceful. There was a small lake down behind the cabin, and on a night like this, it just took my breath away.

It wasn’t dark, the moon was out and reflected back from the water, making it seem all the more beautiful. I sat down on the deck swing and Paul came over and, not saying a word, sat down next to me. He grasped my hand, intertwining our fingers. We had just gotten done talking to Rob on the phone; last minute details of the tour were in the process of being figured out.