How is this even happening? This was supposed to be the best day of my life. I was supposed to finally get my Cinderella fairytale ending. But I guess fairytales don't come true. Walking out the back door of the chapel I hoped into my car and sped down the street, going way over the speed limit. The Universe must have been feeling sorry for me because I didn't get pulled over by the cops. No tears ran down my face as I drove because I realized one thing, I was done. I was done dreaming. I was done trying to see the best in everyone. I was done believing in love. Shutting the door to my heart was the first thing that I needed to do.
The walls of my apartment were filled with picture of him. How could he? He promised that we would be together forever, but I guess forever doesn't last. I started to clear the walls until they were bare. Next I went through the entire apartment and collected all the things that he left behind. I placed all the pictures and his belongings in a box. Dear John, Was there any truth in your words? Did you ever love me or was I just someone to toy with. I gave you my heart but that was my foolish mistake. Thats fine, I guess you moved on. I have packed up all the memories and belongings. Goodbye and I wish you the best in life. -Lena Johnson.
Taping up the box, I drove to John's house. I left the package by the front door. Still fresh with the rejection I was in no way able to face him in person. Driving home I tried to clear my head. I realized something. I was still in my wedding dress. It was beautiful but the pure white reminded me of how nieve I was. I was so wrapped up in the though of love that I never realized it was never there. Unlocking my door I realized that it was late and I still had work tomorrow. I loved my job and oh the irony of my life. My wedding came crumbling down and yet its my job to make sure that other people get their fairytale wedding.
