The house was only minutes away, just mere minutes. I take a glance at the towering brick home sitting across me. In the center of the gargantuan abode is a large, chocolate hazel door. It seems normal and unassuming, yet every time my mind wanders to the door, my heart pounds against my chest, bursting to escape from my doubt and fears. I start to sweat, though I was wearing a very constricting tux in the end of May, it wasn’t the cause. This was a cold, more intimidating sweat, reaching all the way down to my shaking palms. Despite my jitters, I press on, carrying tulips and a box of assorted chocolates. Ignoring the cliche, I continued on the journey towards the door.

As I walk up the driveway, I attempt to calm myself with the immediate surroundings. Halting for a split second, I notice a very pleasant and sweet aroma. Refreshing like a cool cloud on a hot, sunny day. The difference between home grown flowers and mine was completely obvious. I pulled my head back into reality as I press on with my nerves dialing up past eleven...until I freeze at the imposing, hazel door.

“This is it.” I thought to myself, “This is how heroes are made.” I straighten my shiny, blue tie and mentally pump my fist in the air, slightly chucking at the absurd notion. Shaking the thought away, I find myself face to face at the tiny, marble doorbell. My index finger slowly inched away from me, like a snail crossing a garden. I brace myself for impact and kept pushing forward until my finger compresses against the chilling button.
After five seconds of waiting, I begin to feel a fog of doubt slowly creep into my mind. Just before I considered leaving, I hear a loud click and the door swung wide open. The woman in front of me was enchanting, with a gorgeous silver dress, powerful black heels and a confidence I only wish I could match. The was the living embodiment of beautiful, with a smile that could brighten anyone's day.

“Ready to go?” She asked. A simple question, but no words came to mind. Instead I spoke an odd language full of mumbles and half words until my brain finally decided to work and I reply with, “Yes.” I lead her down the once perilous driveway, now normal and non threatening. Every time I was with her, I felt different. Like all of my problems, struggles and stress simply vanished away. I reach for the passenger door and hold it open, motioning for her to get in. As I close the door, I take one last glance at the wooden door. I smile slightly and nod towards the house, entering the car and we drive off to the future.