ATTENTION! ATTENTION! Sherwood  Forest series is now on hold. I decided to take a small break from the series and just go back to regular writing. Anyway, I love movies! What's your favorite? Enjoy!

IMAGINE  YOURSELF...

  Walking slowly, handles gripped loosely in your hands as you pushed your boyfriend's wheelchair. You had grown muscles in your forearms by pushing him for so long that it was no longer hard. You didn't even feel the pain after a long walk like this one.

While walking through the forest, you remembered the other times you had went walking here together. Both of you were walking and he would grab your hand. You remembered one particular time when he...

You giggled as he placed a sweet kiss on your cheek but continued to walk. He smiled at you and you glanced at him from the corner of your eye. You soon found a full grin spread across your features as he tickled your side. You pellet away from him and he chased after you. Him, being the more athletic one, caught you and hugged you from behind. His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder.

"I love you so much." He whispered in your ear and before you could reply he detached himself from you. You raised an eyebrow seeing that he was now in front of you with a nervous look. He took in a deep breath before he got onto one knee.

You gasped and held a hand over your mouth. You couldn't believe this was happening. He looked up at you with an eyebrow raised in confusion.

"What's wrong? I was only tying my shoe."

A small smile found its way on your face at this little memory. And upon that one little memory came millions of others. You remembered the time that you two had first met. It was a beautiful night in November...

You loved to dance. You loved it when you heard the music begin to play and you would step in time. But it wasn't the type of dance you did at clubs or parties. You wouldn't pop, lock, or twerk. You loved to waltz.

It was in your soul. Every time you heard the familiar sound if strings, clicking of heels, or men in suits, you would perk up. And the great thing was, you were good at it.

Your friend, knowing your interest in those type of things, showed you this thing online. It was a group that met every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night. They would just dance. You had to go in your best gown and your best heels. You were excited, not only for dancing but, it was a great way for you to meet people just like you. And you did. That's where you met him.

It was your first night and you walked through the front door. Everything was silent except for the music, clicking of heels on the dance floor, and the side conversations. You weren't even sure what you were supposed to do so you walked over to the one place no one was. The snack table.

You stuffed your face with the amazing dip and was cut off by someone tapping on your shoulder. You turned to see the most handsomest  man you had ever seen. He was absolutely perfect.

He grinned nervously at you and you smiled back. You hoped he was here to ask you for a dance, why else would he be talking to you?

"Um, I was wondering if you wanted to dance..." You nodded but was surprised when he continued to speak. "...with my friend over there." He gestured to another guy around your age. He waved shyly.

You were slightly disappointed but gladly accepted any offer to dance. And that's where you two stayed for the rest of the night. On the dance floor.

You were unaware of the fact that he, too, was also thinking about the time you two had first met. But with gloom.

He sighed knowing he would never be able to sweep you off your feet again on the dance floor. That you would no longer be able to step in time with him to the rhythm, your body pressed against his, his hands rested at your waist and your arms around his neck. That could never happen again.

He realized that you had stopped pushing him and turned his head to raise an eyebrow at you.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" You eyed him down skeptically and sat on his lap.

"I should be asking you that question. You're doing that thing you do when your sad." You stated. He raised another eyebrow.

"What thing?"

"You know," you gestured wildly. "When you zip up your jacket then unzip it and you keeping doing it over and over." He looked down at his worn jacket. His fingers held on to his zipper and he immediately dropped his hand down.

"No thing's wrong," he turned away so he wouldn't meet your gaze. "I'm just a bit...tired." You sighed seeing that that has been his excuse for his moody mood for the past few days. You turned his face back to yours.

"Don't lie to me..." You softened your tone. "You can tell me anything." He sighed but didn't speak. You were about to talk again but he spoke up.

"I'm just sad because I'm not enough." You raised an eyebrow.

"Not enough for what?"

"You." His voice was lighter than a whisper. "Ever since the accident, I can't do anything for you. I can't make you dinner, I can't  dance with you, heck, I can't even drive to the store to buy my girlfriend some flowers. Ever since the accident, I've never been enough for you." You shook your head.

"Don't you ever say that again. You are more than enough for me. I don't care if you can or can't do any of those things. I love you. I'll love you with working legs and no working legs, I'll love you in the fire and the ice, I'll love you if you can see or if you can't see, I'll love you with a working a heart or a non-working heart. I love you and I always will." He smiled warmly.

"I love you too."

"Love you more." He rolled his eyes playfully.

"You wish."