Well, I did but no one could compare to the love I experienced growing up. I had a high school sweetheart. Yet, we had been a grade school type of love. We went through the phases of "Boys are yucky" and "Girls have cooties." to middle school crushes, then high school sweethearts. Then, something happened. We just fell apart. We ended things on a good note, we weren't suitable anymore. Our lives were going in different paths, and we foolishly thought we couldn't be together anymore.
Both of our moms were best friends, and they just assumed their kids would get married, have kids, and it would be some magical thing. I think our families were more devastated over the breakup than we were. After that, everything seemed fragile to them. My mom never told me anything about you, I'd find out through social media. You were an upcoming rapper, and I had listened to your music silently supporting you. You had always wanted to be something more than a small-town Kentucky boy.
I had spent my time going to college Finance, but I also worked towards working with kids in my free time. I had a job at a corporate office, aimlessly working towards becoming a business manager and financial analyst. Although these days, the business manager role was winning the cake. I lived in a small apartment an hour away from my childhood home, I hadn't made the move to leave Kentucky. Part of me feared that I wouldn't be here when you finally decided to come home. I know it was stupid to even consider, but I always thought of you at "Right Person, Wrong Time."
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Christmas Eve.
Wiping my sweaty palms for the millionth time as I double-checked my make up making sure it looked nice. In my old bedroom, I sat there getting ready for a small Christmas dinner with The Harlows. Mom thought it was a good idea because it had been a long time since we had actually had dinner with them. Life had taken everyone in different directions, and she missed her own best friend, Maggie. When my mother had told me, I felt nerves shoot through my body. This would be the first time in almost 7 years that Jack and I would be face to face again.
Nerve-racking wasn't even a good term for what I was feeling at this moment.
With minutes to spare, I ran my hands down my dress. Forest green in color, it was this beautiful velvet dress that just came above my knees. I had gold heels on my feet that made me close to an inch and a half taller. My hair was in curls, as they fell down my back. I add diamond earrings to make the whole outfit look good with a small gold necklace with a simple diamond in the middle.
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Before I give myself another look, the doorbell sounded throughout the house. I bit my lip as I let out a shaky breath. I didn't rush out of the room, I gave myself some time to process this. To calm me down.
