You know they always say "I love you". Well, I used to all the time. It seemed like I said that a lot. When he didn't show up I would sit and cry. Or mentally curse myself because I knew it would happen. They also always said "never get your hopes up". Well, I did. I hoped and hoped he would show up. Then, one day he died. You're supposed to cry at a funeral, go to the coffin and say your final wishes and a speech on them. I didn't I sat quietly, no emotions, I got up and left. Leaving everyone speechless. I yanked off the wedding ring on my finger and flung it into the mud. I heard footsteps behind me that day. I thought it was my sisters. When I didn't turn around I felt a pair of muscular arms around me. I tried to escape but soon melted into the embrace. Soon, the person turned me to face them and allowed me to cry into them. I clung on for dear life, as they whispered soft soothing things into my ear. When I looked up it was him.
I gasped, just seeing him. I wanted to run and shove him away. But, deep thoughts and memories kept me near him. He was the one that told me, this would happen. The one who understood me the whole time. His name was Brick. He was always comforting me when I needed it. He was just like a big kid if you thought about it. He explained that day that my sisters were apologizing to the guests at the wedding. His brothers were there, of course being friends of the dead and dating my sisters. But, I decided all those years ago to be a black sheep. Date someone who would always have to leave, worse marry someone who would never be there. Though I think it brought us closer. Brick and me. I was fine with that. Within time I just lost any emotion towards my ex-husband. I even started wishing he would just die, even better get shot or get hit by a car. My wish came true. That was 6 years ago.
After his death I forgot about him, well after a few hours. Within a few hours I was at a bar drunk, drinking with Brick, his brothers, and my sisters. The only thing I remember from that night was going at it with Brick. He proposed to me that night and I said the only reasonable answer. I stayed the night there and in the morning he asked if I was sure. I nodded and he kissed me straight on the lips. We decided to wait a month or so to tell or siblings. Because I'm pretty sure my sisters were regretting there fun night at the bar, so were the boys. About a month after the proposal things started to go downhill, kind of. When we said we're engaged, my sisters freaked. Brick's brothers ending up celebrating about that. High fiving and smiling. My stubborn sister started on a club night and how she was going to kill Brick. While my youngest little sister started going off about a girl's night. Later into the year things changed.
One of the family got hurt or was sick. A storm would appear or it would rain. To hot too cold, to windy. It stopped our plans. Though we were fine with it. It gave us more time to enjoy ourselves and the family. We didn't have to worry about much or in that fact anything. It gave us more time to have some alone time. More or less, all our worries fade. My poor little baby blue sister whenever she came would nag me to death about it. On the last month some that started our life came to be…
OMG SO SO LONG HAVE IT BEEN SINCE I POSTED SOMETHING WELL IN MY TIME. YES I HAVE DIFFERENT TIME THEN YOU. NOT LIKE WORLD OR ANYTHING. I HAD WRITERS BLOCK
