As our hands intertwined at the ending of tying our knots together, it marked as a beginning of our married life. It was exactly 49 years ago when it happened. Now we are in our golden year. I still vividly remember it, how our love story started. I was 18 years old back then.
"Reign! Reign! Hurry up! We're going to be late!" my best friend Rose called me. "Okay! I'm coming." I replied. "OMG! You look so gorgeous on your prom dress!" She complimented me. I was wearing a mint blue balloon dress with a simple design of gems that added shimmer to my dress. "Thank you, sweetie. Same to you. Looking desirable with that black dress huh." I answered her.
The prom night was extravagant. Full of decorations, lightings and the loud sound of music was deafening. The party was filled with joy and excitement that every one of us felt. The thinking of 'I want to be the prom night king/queen' filled our minds. And of course, the desire to meet someone to flirt to controlled us.
"Hey, Reign! Look over there. Troy kept looking at you." Rose told me. As my eyes began to wonder, we unintentionally stared at each other. That moment was breathtaking and I might say like a movie scene. My vision was only filled by him. I guess it was a love at first sight.
Troy immediately reached my place and talked to me. "Can we dance?" he asked. "Sure." I immediately replied. While dancing, I can feel my heart throbbing and pounding. I felt very nervous and glad at the same time. We were so close to each other that I can feel his breath reaching mine. Finally, the song ended which made us talk to each other.
Our conversation was fun and interesting. There are a lot of things we share in common. The party ended and it was a blissful night. We exchanged numbers and that was the beginning on how he became closer to me. Since then, he started courting me by giving me flowers, chocolates, love letter and of course meeting my parents to formally court me. That really turned me on because it only shows that he is very serious about me.
Troy is very manly especially with his appearance. He is gentle, athletic and famous in our school. He is also caring, possessive and is very showy of his love to me. I knew that time that being with him will be a great adventure.
Few months of courting, I finally answered him. Our relationship is full of ups and downs. We share memories in very place and dates we go. Every day was a journey and exploration of our likes. Each day is another day to express our love and intimacy to each other.
Not until when I have to move to London to continue my studies. I was against about it and he was I against about it too. But my parents insisted. I knew that my parents never liked Troy for he was only a middle class person unlike me who is wealthy.
He promised that he would write me letters but days, weeks, months and years, no letters came to me. I gave up on him thinking that He might be contented with his life in America. Then I met Vince. He is very alike to Troy. I found Troy in Him. Sweet and lovely.
My parents liked Vince and they'll be very glad if we will get married immediately. I'm happy as they are. We returned to America to hold my wedding there. But something familiar I saw in the posters in the airport. He was nicknamed as the wealthiest man on America.
I could never forget those eyes that looked to me deeply. Those lips that once touched mine. Those hands that held mine tightly. And oh. That body that cuddled me. It was him. It was Troy.
I had a sudden flashback on how it all started. I reminisced those memories we had. My wedding is fast approaching but how can I focus if everywhere I look his face was posted on it? I don't why but somehow it kept bothering me.
My parents and I together with Vince visited the church where the wedding will be held and someone I knew was standing in the entrance to welcome us. It was him, my first love, Troy. My parents were in awe when they saw him. They can't remember him but me, I never forget.
"Mr. Troy Valdez, what are you doing here? My father boldly asks. "Oh Mr. William? It's good to see you again. This church is one of the churches that I help. And we want to give you our warmest welcome because you are our special guests." He replied. "Wait. You said, it's good to see us again? Have we met before?" asked my mother. "Yes, we have. Your daughter knows me very well." Troy answered with a bitter smile on his face.
My warm tears rapidly fall down as our eyes met. There are many questions are running on my mind. Why didn't he send me letters for 10 years? I was worried sick of what might have happened to him and there he is all fine.
"Wait. You know him?" Vince asked me with a confused tone. "He is Reigns' first love." My mom answered. "It wasn't over, Reign. I waited." Troy stiffly stated. His tears started to fell down too. There are mixed emotions filling me.
We had to talk in his office to settle the matter between us. My parents confessed that they had been keeping all the letters that Troy had sent me. It was an epiphany for all of us. While Vince on the other hand was dazed and confused.
Our love never ended. It was only the continuation. Vince also cried because he never wanted to let me go. But I guess, people need to let go when they're the only one holding on. I loved him with all my heart but I love Troy more than him.
We continued the wedding but it wasn't Vince whom I'm marrying but Troy. Years passed and we started to build a family. We had five kids. Two girls and three boys. We were very happy in each other's arms. Our children finished their studies and became successful.
Our first child became a lawyer, the second one is a doctor, while the third one handled our company. The fourth one is an architect and our last born is an engineering. They all lived in harmony.
And that is the story of our happily ever after. "Wow! Grandma, that was amazing!" Drake commented. "Sure it is sweetie." I answered her while smiling. "When I grow up, I want to love like that too." Chesca said. "I'm sure Grandpa is very happy in heaven hearing you share your story." Anne said with a proud yet sad voice. "I bet he is." I replied. I can't contain myself and tears started to flow.
~The End~
