Finding My Way Home

Chapter 37

Diane

The Dreams

I am wearing a pink prom dress, and I have a lovely corsage on my wrist. I'm excited about going to the prom with Ethan. He's a little geeky, but he is so cute. My girlfriends think I am crazy for going to the prom with him, but I sort of like him. Ethan left sweet notes for me and stuffed them in the vents of my locker door. I know he likes me.

When we get to the auditorium, I suddenly feel nervous as if everyone is watching me. Ethan sees that I'm nervous and holds my hand. Some of the boys on the football squad want to dance with me, but Ethan keeps an arm around my waist, and it feels nice.

"Do you want something to drink Diane? They have a soda table in the corner of the room."

"Can you get me a coke?"

"Sure. I'll be back in a minute."

While Ethan is gone, one of the football players, Mitch, walks over to me.

"What are you doing with that geek? Did he pay you to take him to the prom?"

"No, he did not pay me. I don't like what you just said. Why don't you leave me alone?"

"Oh come on. I was only joking. Why are you so serious all of a sudden?"

Before I have a chance to answer him, Ethan returns with our soda, and Mitch gave Ethan a shoulder bump and almost knocked him to the floor.

I screamed. "That was fucking rude, Mitch!"

"Whatever," he yells back as he walks away from me.

I feel Ethan standing behind me, and when he wraps his arm around my waist, he whispers to me, "Don't worry about him. Do you want to dance with me?"

"Yes, I Do Ethan. Let's dance!"

I bolt upright in bed and look over at Ethan as he sleeps peacefully next to me. That wasn't a dream; it was a memory! I remembered something about our life together. How did this happen? I can't tell him, not yet, because I want to make sure this isn't a one-time event. The next night, I have another dream.

Ethan and I walk along the shoreline. It's a beautiful day, and I am so happy. Tomorrow is our wedding day.

"I am so happy," Ethan said to me. "I've waited for this day for so long, and after tomorrow, you will be my wife. Wow, it sounds funny when I say it."

"I know. I've been walking in the clouds for a couple of weeks. It's hard to believe that we've known each other for almost seven years. My mom is still bitching about us getting married. Mom thinks we are too young, blah, blah, and blah. I hope she doesn't cause trouble tomorrow. Why does she act this way towards me? I don't understand what I did to piss her off."

Ethan wraps me in his strong arms, and I feel safe and loved. "Don't worry about your mother. Nothing will stop me from marrying you tomorrow. You are my girl."

"Will you still call me your girl when I'm sixty years old?" I whisper in his ear.

"You will always be my girl for as long as I live," he whispers back to me.

We walk along the beach until we find a somewhat private spot. I sit in front of Ethan, and he wraps his arms around me. I have never felt such a sense of rightness as if my world centers itself just by having Ethan near me. I close my eyes and lean against his chest. I feel his soft lips glide up and down my neck, and chills surge through my body. We made the decision to wait until we were married before making love. I know it's an old-fashioned concept, considering it's the eighty's, but it feels right to us. I want our wedding night to be a memory that we will remember for a very long time.