My Personal Day On The Back Of A Guys Motorcycle
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I Took A Personal Day And Found Myself Cruising The Blue Ridge Parkway On The Back Of A Motorcycle

Sometimes, it takes a little bit of gas and lot of faith to make things work.

I Took A Personal Day And Found Myself Cruising The Blue Ridge Parkway On The Back Of A Motorcycle
Brianna Allen

One Monday morning rolled around, and I got a phone call asking me to come to the Virginia mountains to rekindle what little bit of a relationship I still had left with a love that ended abruptly months ago, and I said yes.

I had class but two of them had just been canceled, I had recently decreased my hours at work, and my life had actually been going pretty well lately so I decided to say yes to adventure and 30 minutes after my phone call, I was headed to the mountains.

I wasn't really sure what my goal was when I got in the car other than to get back the man that had frustrated me to no end just a few months ago. What I was planning to do or say when I got there I wasn't sure, but I just figured that it couldn't get any worse than when it ended with him the first time.

I got to the mountain and things were going well. I felt like things were really starting to look up and I realized that he might actually be serious about a future together when he looked at me and said, "I'm crazy about you and I will wait for you to be out of school and able to be with me".


If you knew this guy, you would know that those words probably tasted a little like vinegar coming out of his mouth. Maybe he finally was serious about us and I couldn't wait to see what life could be like with him.

We had finally talked about all the relationship things. The future and us as a couple, where life could potentially take us and being together. We talked about what we were and where we stood and I finally felt so comforted after months of anxiousness.

When I left that Monday morning, I decided that I wasn't going to the mountain with a negative attitude and I continued to say yes to him for the next few days about what we were doing during the day, going to his friends' houses, and spending time with his family. Eventually, after 3 days with him, I found myself saying yes to being on the back of his motorcycle flying through the Blue Ridge Parkway.

I was trying so hard to take everything in and I realized as we flew around the Virginia mountains that I would be perfectly content with going through life with him. I was so happy with where I was at in life and I knew that if we were both ready for this to work that it was going to. As I looked across the ridgeline of the mountains and took in the breathtaking views, there was so much running through my mind. Out of all the thoughts engulfing my mind, the one thought I couldn't seem to shake was that I would be perfectly okay Chasing this guy for the rest of my life.

In other news, if anyone has any ideas as the what sort of 'documentation' I can bring my professor to get her to allow me to retake the test that I missed, it would be appreciated. My 'personal matter' could only be forgiven if I brought her documentation, whatever that means. Sorry, mom.

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