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a short love, i got the idea from a story i read and only line stood out to me "i became a widow on my wedding day" and it stuck with me so please enjoy :)


Submitted:Mar 3, 2013    Reads: 77    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Ours was a short love that I like to think of when ever I hear the rain. I was only 17 when we got married times were diffrent back then. It was about 1942 I think. My father wanted my to find a husband to take care of me, there were 4 of us in my family back then my father, my mother, my younger brother, and myself.

My late husband was only 2 years older then I was. After our wedding was over we stayed in a hotel. We were left in our room it was small space with one bed, a side table, and a chair. We were lucky to have a radio. I didn't know anything about the man I just married. Our marrige was arranged by our parents. We weren't aloud to meet before the wedding so it was like being sold for me although i had no one i liked at the time the hole thing felt weird.

I remember changing into my pajama's and sitting cross-legged on the bed staring into his eyes as he sat close to the wall in the chair. We spent the night talking about our selfs. I remeber thinking to myself that i wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with him. We ended up talking the hole night away and near the morning he told me that later that day he would be joining the war. I didn't say anything for a moment but I asked him not to get killed. The sun came up and we left around 9 so he could get on the train to go to the base, but as we were crossing the street I walked ahead to get to the sidewalk but as I turned back to face him I saw the car heading for him. The fool had bent down to pick up his ticket and was hit. As he was rushed to the hospital he died on the way there holding my hand telling me not to cry.

I became a widow only a day after my wedding. I never got re-married no I choose to live my life thinking of what would have happened if he lived. Even now sitting in my home looking at the rain fall I still feel the love I felt for him..................





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