Samjulila
05-29-2010, 02:04 AM
Sarah glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was pulled delicately from her face. Her makeup was done to perfection. Just a hint of blush applied to her ivory cheeks. Then there was the dress, custom made for her, off white, simple. Just like Sarah, just like everything in her life, until she met Andrew. He changed everything.
Sarah and Andrew were not a likely couple. Andrew wasn’t anyone’s idea of perfect. He was labled a druggie and a loser, but Sarah saw past it all. Her friends told her he was, “bad news,” but she refused to believe it. When she looked at Andrew she saw a unique individual, who didn’t care what other people thought of him. She saw a guy who loved to read, not Sports Illustrated or comics, actual books. She knew she needed to know him from the fist moment she saw him. It took Andrew a little longer, but eventually he noticed her too.
Today, against all odds, Sarah was getting the wedding she’d always dreamed of. Elegant, and sophisticated, everything was just how she wanted it, with one exception. She stared distantly into the mirror. Not really looking at her reflection, but thinking more of what she would become. How marriage would change her, how over fifty percent of marriages end in divorce. Sarah scolded herself silently. She shouldn’t think this way, not on her wedding day.
She knew her bridesmaids would be coming soon, to make sure she was ready. She knew they would attend to her every need, and dote all over her, just as she would for them. Unfortunately, today Sarah didn’t feel like being fussed over. She didn’t want to feel at all. Just wanted to get this day over with and move on.
Sarah glanced around the room, her childhood bedroom, and truly soaked it in. The pink lace curtains and how they had faded almost white from the sun. She remembered a day when her only dream was to look as beautiful as her mother, when she was all dressed up. She ran her hands down the line of stuffed animals that all had a name, and remembered how she would tuck them in each night before bed. Those were the days, when your biggest worry was learning how to tie your shoes. When you didn’t have to plan for the life ahead of you, but just live in the moment.
That’s why Sarah insisted on getting ready for the wedding here. She wanted to remember those days. She wanted one last taste of being a little girl before she gave it up forever.
Sarah curled into a ball on her bed, thinking of Andrew and how she couldn’t wait to see him again. Thinking of how they could talk about anything, or sometimes nothing at all. Remembering his smile, and how they went to terrible movies, just so they could have the theater to themselves. Remembering how he would squeeze her had twice for I love you, and call her just to say good morning. Trying not to remember the accident.
“I’ll love you forever,” he had whispered, his eyes closing.
Sarah had sobbed into his chest wanting to say she loved him too, but knowing it was too late. He was gone, and she didn’t get to say goodbye.
She couldn’t go through with this wedding. She had always known that she wouldn’t. Her fiancé wasn’t Andrew. No one could ever take his place. All she wanted was to be with him, even if meant ending her own life. She scribbled a quick note. “I’ve gone to be with Andrew.”
Sarah and Andrew were not a likely couple. Andrew wasn’t anyone’s idea of perfect. He was labled a druggie and a loser, but Sarah saw past it all. Her friends told her he was, “bad news,” but she refused to believe it. When she looked at Andrew she saw a unique individual, who didn’t care what other people thought of him. She saw a guy who loved to read, not Sports Illustrated or comics, actual books. She knew she needed to know him from the fist moment she saw him. It took Andrew a little longer, but eventually he noticed her too.
Today, against all odds, Sarah was getting the wedding she’d always dreamed of. Elegant, and sophisticated, everything was just how she wanted it, with one exception. She stared distantly into the mirror. Not really looking at her reflection, but thinking more of what she would become. How marriage would change her, how over fifty percent of marriages end in divorce. Sarah scolded herself silently. She shouldn’t think this way, not on her wedding day.
She knew her bridesmaids would be coming soon, to make sure she was ready. She knew they would attend to her every need, and dote all over her, just as she would for them. Unfortunately, today Sarah didn’t feel like being fussed over. She didn’t want to feel at all. Just wanted to get this day over with and move on.
Sarah glanced around the room, her childhood bedroom, and truly soaked it in. The pink lace curtains and how they had faded almost white from the sun. She remembered a day when her only dream was to look as beautiful as her mother, when she was all dressed up. She ran her hands down the line of stuffed animals that all had a name, and remembered how she would tuck them in each night before bed. Those were the days, when your biggest worry was learning how to tie your shoes. When you didn’t have to plan for the life ahead of you, but just live in the moment.
That’s why Sarah insisted on getting ready for the wedding here. She wanted to remember those days. She wanted one last taste of being a little girl before she gave it up forever.
Sarah curled into a ball on her bed, thinking of Andrew and how she couldn’t wait to see him again. Thinking of how they could talk about anything, or sometimes nothing at all. Remembering his smile, and how they went to terrible movies, just so they could have the theater to themselves. Remembering how he would squeeze her had twice for I love you, and call her just to say good morning. Trying not to remember the accident.
“I’ll love you forever,” he had whispered, his eyes closing.
Sarah had sobbed into his chest wanting to say she loved him too, but knowing it was too late. He was gone, and she didn’t get to say goodbye.
She couldn’t go through with this wedding. She had always known that she wouldn’t. Her fiancé wasn’t Andrew. No one could ever take his place. All she wanted was to be with him, even if meant ending her own life. She scribbled a quick note. “I’ve gone to be with Andrew.”