Our Life

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Submitted: July 16, 2018

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It was love at first sight when our eyes attached to one another as we gazed across the street. Shy to talk to one another, we just waved hello but you were embarrassed when your cheeks turned cherry red. You tried to hide you pretty blue eyes from me, hoping I wouldn’t notice them. When we did talk to each other finally, my first words were staggered and stuttered, but you didn’t care because you did the same. It turned into a laugh that started our friendship, dumb and dumber we called ourselves. We stayed outside late, watching the sun set in the distance waiting eagerly to catch a glimpse of the stars before we had to return home. But on the nights we did see them, they twinkled brightly in the sky and I remember how mesmerized you were.

That was the best moment I remember as kids.

We grew older, reaching our teen years, still keeping our friendship close. We were like brother and sister by then and everyone thought we were a couple. What a laugh we both got out of it. But as years rolled by in our junior and senior year, we started growing apart. We barely talked to each other while you went out with your boyfriends, leaving our friendship to hang by a string.

But I remember prom night. It was a night that ended our friendship. You wanted to be alone with your boyfriend in the backseat of a car hoping to lose your virginity and take a step closer to adulthood, but I intervened. It was something that bothered me, made me act and drag him off of you and beat him black and blue. The look on your face was unforgettable. Shocked and angry all at once and the last thing you did was turn your back on me. My heart then was broken. Torn from the fabric of life as I lost you, not knowing when I would hear from you again.

After that night, years had quickly passed by, not one word from you. It was devastating to not hear your sweet voice or look into those oceanic blue eyes of yours. Every night I thought of you hoping one day I would see you again, but for that amount of time, it seemed like it would never happen.

Until I got your letter.

Just out of college and near the end of my first week at my job, a letter in the mail came. You asked for a lunch date and the smile on my face wouldn’t fade no matter what happened that day. The next day I met you at Denny’s, hoping to restore the friendship that was broken, but the face of your fiancé made the smile I had walked in the door with, vanish.

Throughout that lunch you talked about how your life was until you met your love, and then your life got better. Marriage was on the way and you were so stoked and you wanted me to be there, even though I said yes, truthfully I didn’t want to go because of the frustration that had built up. But then a night came. It was raining and you knocked on my front door with your hair in your face, trying to hide the bruises that surrounded your eyes and cheeks, along with the busted lip that I saw instantly. You didn’t talk to me, but instead just wanted to lie in bed with me and forget about the man you ran away from.

The next day he arrived on my doorsteps, asking for you to return home with him, but the fear on your face made me refuse to let you walk out the door. As punishment, I replicated the bruises and busted lip he gave you, except only on his face. He would have died if you didn’t stop me, but you took your ring off and threw it at him. I laughed at him.

But out of that mess led to our relationship. We skipped the friendship stage and went straight to love. You didn’t want to wait, so we got married immediately. I remember that white long dress you wore. Silk and cotton lacings. Your face hidden behind a veil. At the altar you cried as I slipped the ring on your finger telling you that my love is and always will be forever.

Here we are 50 years later. Two kids of our own that have kids. Our hands locked together as we lay next to each other. Eyes closed. We are slipping into a sleep that we have been waiting for.

And all we can do now is dream.


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