A Summer Romance

Epilogue - Ryan

Epilogue - Ryan

"Motto for the bride and groom: We are a work in progress with a lifetime contract."

-Phyllis Koss

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Ryan 

Timing is key.

Timing is everything.

Maybe, if you would’ve gone for coffee up the block instead of down the street, you wouldn’t have met your best friend. Maybe, if you would’ve moved to the upper side of town inside of the lower, you would’ve met the love of your life. Maybe, if you’re parents would’ve stayed together instead of divorcing, forcing you to move, you wouldn’t have had your heart broken.

Maybe, if I had chosen to work at the body shop in the next town over instead of at CJ’s, I wouldn’t have met Skylar. Maybe, if Skylar had stopped her dad from racing fifteen years ago, he would still be alive and she would still be in New Hampshire with her dad. Maybe, if I wouldn’t have offered Skye the spare bedroom, she would’ve crashed at Luke’s. And, in all cases, we wouldn’t be here, in this reception hall, getting married.

Or, one way or another, we would find our way one day. Everything was meant to be from the beginning and one way or another; you would do what you were meant to.

If Skye’s dad would have lived, maybe he would’ve split from her mom and brought Skylar out here so he could run CJ’s with Luke. Maybe, I would’ve quit or got fired from the body shop and picked up a position at CJ’s, or taken my car there for an oil change and seen her. Maybe, Skylar and I would’ve started out as friends and worked our way into a couple, maybe we never would’ve gotten there.

So, there are two possibilities;

1. Everything that is meant to happen, will find a way to happen one way or another.

Or,

2. Timing really is key. The one chance that you have is the only chance you will ever have. If you throw it away, it will never happen again.

Either way, it’s scary as fuck. You hold your future in your hands. No matter the decision, whether it’s what to eat for breakfast or which line to pick at the grocery store, you can decide a path your life will go down.

Personally, I believe the second is true. I believe that one chance is what you get, all it takes. Everything I’ve done in my life and everything Skylar did in hers led up to this moment; my heart racing in my chest and making me think I was going to die of a heart attack, my fingers playing with one another, my breathing coming slightly labored, my smile that wouldn’t leave my face, and my thoughts running wild;

Where is she?

What if she backed out?

What if she would never show?

What if she decided not to marry me?

That last thought went as fast as it came. There was no doubt in my mind that she wanted to marry me, no doubt that she wanted to be with me and that we were meant to be. I had realized how much we needed each other in those short few weeks we spent apart and nothing could prove that wrong.

As if to prove my point, the slow music started playing and Chloe walked out in her blue bridesmaids dress with Ian attached to her arm, in his black suit. Next, after Ian walked by me and clamped a hand on my shoulder and gave me his congrats, was Genesis and Adam in the same wardrobe.