When we were 22.
We had pushed our love all the way in. My parents was never happy about me dating Karl, even though I'd already graduated from college. They never supported me, and so, Karl and I planned to share the same house for a while. And then after a month or two, we had our own simple church wedding.
Yes, I was Mrs. Franklin at age 22, and I think it was the most heavy decision I had ever made my fucking entire life. Moving away from my parent's care and shelter was never been easy, but knowing that I had Karl beside me made me always thought that I was right upon doing that thing.
I guess I was right for moving out, I think I was old enough, mature enough to handle this kind of things. I didn't need to be pampered by my parents anymore, but I loved them. I never forgot that. All I want for that moment was them to understand and support me, but they didn't.
Love is really full of sacrifices, but for once, I never felt the need of regretting because of that decision that I had made. I was the proudest girl to be Mrs. Karl Franklin.
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10 Years and Counting
Short StoryShe was never quite ready, but she was brave. She never seemed shattered, she was a breathtaking mosaic of the battles that she won. And the universe loved that.
