Think Again

Epilogue

Epilogue

 

You could say we are engaged. Married even. But to me, it’s more than that. We aren’t just engaged or married, we are chained together with handcuffs and locks made by Aphrodite in her fort of love. As stupid and ridiculous and childish as that sounds, it’s how I feel when it comes to my relationship with Chris.

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Well, my mom was a riot when I told her Chris asked for my hand in marriage. She wouldn’t stop on how she knew it would happen and that she knew the moment she met him. She then buzzed Ken and the rest of the family and word went around. Ken flew down to see us for a month and promised to walk me down the isle when we get married.

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Years after

Chris got his degree in Architecture and is now working his own business. His mom and his uncle helped him build up his own company. He sold the old apartment he lived in when we was still in college and bought a new house with the money he’s earned.

Me on the other hand, I did it. I was offered a full scholarship to the The University of Language and Speech. (wtf is that?) I’m 23 now, but I’m still taking a literature course. I want to be an English Professor. I also sell my art as a half-time career, making extra money.

Chris says he wants to make sure we are financially stable, before we plan a marriage. But even so, Chris and I live under the same roof. We live the daily routine of a married couple. He would make me breakfast in the morning before I go for my classes and kiss me before I leave. I would always return exactly an hour earlier than him and immediately get started on dinner. Unless, of course, we eat out. We still go out on dates like teenagers now and then.

 

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Months later

“Where do you want to get married?”

“Sweden.” I answer without so much of a second thought.

He looks at me, expectantly for an explanation.

I shrug.

“I don’t know. I just, there was this one time I saw a music video and my brother told me it was filmed in Sweden and it was beautiful, and since then I wanted to see the beauty of Sweden with my own eyes.”

I smile, thinking about the video Ken had shown me.

“Hey, this is our marriage, let’s get married somewhere you want to go too.” I frown at him.

He smiles shyly before he drops his head, avoiding my eyes. His cheeks are red and he’s blushing up to his ears. This always happens when he’s thinking of saying something extremely cute.

“Baby girl, I’d go anywhere as long as I’m with you. I want you happy and there will never be anything above that.” The sides of his eyes crinkle as he smiles.

I rub my nose against his in an eskimo kiss.

“But seriously, if there is a place, that you want to go, we’ll go. Where do you want to get married?” I repeat the question, in hopes that this time I get an answer.

He pulls me closer by the waist and seats me in between his thighs.

“Inside you.” He whispers.

I smack him in the chest, laughing at his lack of shame. But after all, I am his wife, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.

 

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The moment I laid my eyes on him, I thought he was like every other guy I thought I knew. I was sexist against men. Until I met him. Christopher Wylder. I was judging too fast. Too harsh. They say still water runs deep. But in reality, sometimes, still water is just still.

Too much thinking will lead to complications.

My life has been an extreme rollercoaster ride that goes on forever, it seems. If you’ve never been high, you’ll never know what low is.

I really did need to re-evaluate. I needed to think again.

 

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