We dated until he graduated college and became a cop. And then he proposed even though he was only just twenty-two and I was twenty-one. I said yes.
Dad had a hard time accepting it.
But he did, eventually.
We got married in June, and rented an apartment for us to live in afterwards.
The wedding was low-key. No more than forty people were invited. I wore a simple white dress and stuff and all in all, it was lovely.
Dad cried and I cried and it was bittersweet.
Well, life was bittersweet, isn't it?
For some odd reason, mine always seemed to lean more to the bitter side.
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Complications
Short StoryI hope he can un-complicate me. Well, at least a part of me. Since my past is very complicated, I hope that the future will be bright and simple. The exact opposite of what I am. But we'll see. We'll see. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved
