The Wedding

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


As we walk silently along the busy streets of LA, a crease appears between Lila’s eyebrows. She’s lost in her own thoughts again. “Stop worrying so much, the wedding is going to be beautiful,” I assure her.

She looks towards me with a half hearted smile, “I know, it’s just so much work and I want everything to be perfect.” She links her arm in mine, and places her head on my shoulder. Walking like this, I can smell the distinct scent of her jasmine shampoo. I used to hate jasmine, but now, I find myself drawn to it, simply because it reminds me of her.

“Let me help you,” I plead with her, “You don’t have to do this on your own.”

“I know, I know. I should be relying on you more. Okay, you can help me with the flower arrangements. I can’t seem to get the colors right...” she continues on, something about the soft pink not being the right pink, but I stopped listening. Every time I look at her, I can’t help but fall deeper in love. The way her eyes light up when she gets an idea, or how she animatedly uses her free hand when she talks (she’s accidentally hit 3 people so far). I love the way her waist length blonde hair flows around her. Even when it periodically slaps me in the face, and ultimately lands in my mouth. But just being near her makes my day just that much better.

I confess that I loved her from the moment I met her. We were just kids back then, 12 years old to be exact. I was the new kid, sitting alone at lunch. Staring at my sandwich, while everyone else stared at me. I was used to it. Attending a new school every year, you learn to keep your head down. But she was different, some may even call her weird, and they did. But she shared half of her cookie with me that day, and the rest was history.

“Could you go with me to meet the florist?” Her question interrupts my thoughts.

“Of course I will. Anything you need.”

She smiles brightly at me this time. “Thank you!” She exclaims as she wraps her arms around me. She kisses me softly on the cheek. My chest expands as I smile back at her.

As she releases me, she looks over across the street. A man dressed in slacks waves. I know that man all too well. Lila’s smile doesn’t fade as she turns to see him. “Oh there’s Will! I told him to meet me here. I’ll see you on Thursday, okay? 2 o’clock sharp!”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” I respond, my smile forced. She doesn’t notice, it seems I have perfected the fake smile over the past two years. Or maybe, she’s too wrapped up in her own happiness to see how much it’s killing me.

She turns away from me, her blonde hair bouncing out of view as she walks across the street to Will. She jumps into his arms like she’s done a thousand times. She kisses him, and I have to look away. For a second, I want to run to her. I need her to know how much I love her. But as I look back towards them, I see that her smile has never been brighter. And again, my resolve diminishes until there’s nothing left  to do but go home.


Submitted: December 17, 2018

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r futrell

Great story, about a love that she might not ever know.

Mon, December 17th, 2018 2:39am

Jim Green

Wonderfully written about unrequited love and the pain it is to see someone we really want seeking the attention of someone else that is not ourselves. Very nice. Its short and sweet and to the point. There is no mistaking what is going on here or the pain that is being felt by the one person who is the "third wheel" as it were. Thank you for sharing your story.

Mon, December 17th, 2018 2:54am

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