"Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they're even born." -F. Scott Fitzgerald
When eight year old Beau Ruby met twelve year old Colton Caine, she had no idea she was meeting the love of her life. She had no idea she'd grow...
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"Aunt Veeeerne," I had whined, holding out a bobby pin in her direction. "I can't get to it stay."
She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue against her teeth, exasperated by my whining. Nevertheless, she was behind me in seconds, taking the pin from my fingers and opening it with her teeth. I felt her hands on the back of the cap as she slid the pin in place and blasted my hair with another ungodly amount of hairspray.
I coughed and spun around, looking at the door. He should have been here by now.
Aunt Verne was looking at me with a strange look in her eyes, and I realized she was going to cry. She was shaking her head when she turned away from me to find a Kleenex. When she turned back around, she mentioned my parents. As I had gotten older, she mentioned them less and less. Today was a special day, though. "Oh, sweet baby, if your mama and daddy could see you today in your robe..." her voice trailed off as we heard boots on the front steps.
I knew that sound anywhere. He was running up the steps, his boots banging on the old wood. The sound my made my heart flutter in my chest.
Colton threw open the door and came in like a speeding freight train, crashing into me as he threw his arms around my waist and kissed my forehead in the same motion. "Beautiful, I'm so sorry I'm late," he said as he let go of me and stepped back. He winked at Aunt Verne and she nodded as if the two of them had some secret agreement I didn't know about.
Aunt Verne insisted we stand together for a picture, and we did. She snapped several, and the last one, Colton bent down at the last minute and placed a kiss on my right cheek. I was caught blushing and mid-laugh in the picture.
The rest of the morning went by in a flash. I had waited for my graduation for years, it seemed. There were days I sat in class and dreamed of this day while my teachers droned on and on about a book I had already three times. For all that wishing and waiting, the ceremony was like an assembly line of us lining up, being handed our diplomas, and then being sent our way. When they called my name over the speakers in the auditorium, I held my diploma up high and waved it for Aunt Verne to see. Then, they called another name and my moment to shine was over.
