But fast-forwarding back to now, Kaia walked in and kissed Marissa once again. And as if she had only leant Marissa to me to hold her place, like a ca...etaker, she assumed control and stepped forward to take her rightful place.And in my mind's eye, all Marissa could do was lower her eyes, a tear trickling down her face as she stepped aside and out of the way. And she looked up at me just once so I could see the passive anguish in her gaze before she faded away into nothingness. And Kaia and I. “Well at least he was going to ask. He’d always just assumed before. That was why I kinda got fed up with him – him always acting so superior.” “Well he is kind of that way, but he is still one of my best friends, and I expect a friend of yours too.” Sandy nodded. Bob slowed down and began to choose his words carefully. He looked off to the side as he said, “But that was when I realized I was thinking of you as more than a friend.” He returned to looking at Sandy. “So I told him I didn’t think. And ask you did. "Come see me?" you say as we are talking. We have never approached this topic and I can't tell from you if you are serious. "Yeah, sure. I am on my way," I respond and laugh it off. Your voice changes. Your eyes darken a bit and you say again, "Come see me." This time there was no question in your voice. It was a man, my man, demanding to see his girl. I look into the camera with questioning eyes. You know I am stubborn and not good at submitting. Your eyes soften, but that. "Blondehair coloring. You know that blondes have more fun!" You don't really look very excited by the idea," said my wife. "Don'tyou want to be a blonde, dear? Tell me the truth." Well... actually... no," I said very quietly. "I'm sorry. I don'twant to disappoint you. I'll do it if you want me to."My wife grinned. "Oh, bless your heart. That's okay dear, we're onlydoing some blonde highlights. It will make your look a bit more soft,more feminine. I'm sure you'll like it." I exhaled.