wine, but by the end of our time together, I was ready to climb the highest mountain, ready to take control of my life once and for all.
I let myself into the dark and empty house, set the alarm, and then got ready for bed, positive thoughts still fresh in my mind. I can do this , I chanted over and over again. Right before going to sleep I decided to follow one of the many advices given by Valerie that day. “Write down everything you remember,” she said. “But stay away from anything negative. I want you to think of all the good times you had with Sam. Remember everything that made you happy before you met him.”
What made me happy before I met him? I couldn’t remember much before Sam. It’s as if my life started the day I met him. It was my first day at UW and still trying to find my way around the campus. I had a map in my hand and when I looked up, there he was.
“Need help, beautiful?” I swallowed hard and stared at his mouth, unable to speak. He moved closer and his fingers lifted my chin until our eyes met. “You ok?” I moved my head up and down like a bobbing doll which only made his smile bigger. “So how about it? Care for a tour? Or maybe we should just go for coffee?”
That’s all it took. One coffee date and we became instant friends. Everybody loved him, especially the girls. It was hard not to. Yes he had the surfer blonde hair with the most amazing green eyes, and a body to die for. But he was so much more. He was funny and easy going and had the biggest heart. The kind of friend you could count on for many years to come.
We started dating six months later and became inseparable. No one thought we would last since we were so different, and if I was honest, neither did I. We fought about everything, day and night, but somehow we always managed to make up. Two years later, just as I was getting ready to go home for Christmas, he asked me to marry him. It was not the kind of proposal you read about in books or see on television. We drove to the airport listening to Christmas songs on the radio, me singing along, him laughing at me. He parked in front of the entrance and got out to help me with my bags.
“So listen, maybe we should get married.” I didn’t think I heard him right until he ask again. I laughed and shook my head. Was he joking? He had to be. That’s what I thought.
“I’ll call you when I get home. Don’t miss me too much.”
“Babe, I’m serious.”
“Yeah, yeah. I have to go or I’ll miss my flight. Love you lots.”
Hours later he sent me a text asking me the same thing and that made me think that maybe he was serious about it. He followed me to Boston that week and asked my mom for my hand in marriage and just like that, it was official.
It was not your typical proposal, but it was the perfect proposal for me. I would give everything to go back to that day. To see him on his knee holding the small ring box, a sly smile on his face, waiting for my answer. We made love in my old bed that night, thankful that my mom decided on a last minute visit to her sister. The next day I cooked him breakfast and we pretended to be an old married couple. Such silly young kids with big dreams, ready to take on the world.
We got married in a small ceremony, just a few friends and family, and had our reception in my aunt’s backyard. I wore my mother’s wedding dress and fresh flowers in my hair. Sam’s face as I walked down the aisle made me feel beautiful and loved. That day, in front of everyone, he promised to love me forever, to be there for me in sickness and health, till death do us part. He kept all his promises up until the last minute.
After graduation we moved into a tiny apartment in a more upscale area in Seattle. It was all we could afford but it didn’t matter. The inside was full of character with crown molding and dark wood floors. The first day we
I let myself into the dark and empty house, set the alarm, and then got ready for bed, positive thoughts still fresh in my mind. I can do this , I chanted over and over again. Right before going to sleep I decided to follow one of the many advices given by Valerie that day. “Write down everything you remember,” she said. “But stay away from anything negative. I want you to think of all the good times you had with Sam. Remember everything that made you happy before you met him.”
What made me happy before I met him? I couldn’t remember much before Sam. It’s as if my life started the day I met him. It was my first day at UW and still trying to find my way around the campus. I had a map in my hand and when I looked up, there he was.
“Need help, beautiful?” I swallowed hard and stared at his mouth, unable to speak. He moved closer and his fingers lifted my chin until our eyes met. “You ok?” I moved my head up and down like a bobbing doll which only made his smile bigger. “So how about it? Care for a tour? Or maybe we should just go for coffee?”
That’s all it took. One coffee date and we became instant friends. Everybody loved him, especially the girls. It was hard not to. Yes he had the surfer blonde hair with the most amazing green eyes, and a body to die for. But he was so much more. He was funny and easy going and had the biggest heart. The kind of friend you could count on for many years to come.
We started dating six months later and became inseparable. No one thought we would last since we were so different, and if I was honest, neither did I. We fought about everything, day and night, but somehow we always managed to make up. Two years later, just as I was getting ready to go home for Christmas, he asked me to marry him. It was not the kind of proposal you read about in books or see on television. We drove to the airport listening to Christmas songs on the radio, me singing along, him laughing at me. He parked in front of the entrance and got out to help me with my bags.
“So listen, maybe we should get married.” I didn’t think I heard him right until he ask again. I laughed and shook my head. Was he joking? He had to be. That’s what I thought.
“I’ll call you when I get home. Don’t miss me too much.”
“Babe, I’m serious.”
“Yeah, yeah. I have to go or I’ll miss my flight. Love you lots.”
Hours later he sent me a text asking me the same thing and that made me think that maybe he was serious about it. He followed me to Boston that week and asked my mom for my hand in marriage and just like that, it was official.
It was not your typical proposal, but it was the perfect proposal for me. I would give everything to go back to that day. To see him on his knee holding the small ring box, a sly smile on his face, waiting for my answer. We made love in my old bed that night, thankful that my mom decided on a last minute visit to her sister. The next day I cooked him breakfast and we pretended to be an old married couple. Such silly young kids with big dreams, ready to take on the world.
We got married in a small ceremony, just a few friends and family, and had our reception in my aunt’s backyard. I wore my mother’s wedding dress and fresh flowers in my hair. Sam’s face as I walked down the aisle made me feel beautiful and loved. That day, in front of everyone, he promised to love me forever, to be there for me in sickness and health, till death do us part. He kept all his promises up until the last minute.
After graduation we moved into a tiny apartment in a more upscale area in Seattle. It was all we could afford but it didn’t matter. The inside was full of character with crown molding and dark wood floors. The first day we
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