Disclaimers: We know who owns these, not gonna waste my time.
AN: I have never written a story like this before. I hope you enjoy.
Pairing ?/?
As I watch her, I wonder if she knows how beautiful she looks. She's radiant, absolutely stunning, and I feel my heart swell with love for her. Her off-white strapless gown flows over her body, Hugging in places and draping elegantly off others. Her blonde hair is piled high on top of her head with ringlets falling down onto her creamy white shoulders. And her eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, they were shining, glowing with love for this man, this man that she had just pledged her love and her life to.
And my heart broke. Oh, I knew that while we would still be close, and see each other at work, our relationship would never be the same again. And I realized, as I stood there in the reception hall, watching her accept congratulations, her face aglow with happiness and love, that I didn't like change. Not really. I would kiss her cheek and wish her luck and happiness, but while I would mean what I say, my heart would be crying. She had moved on with her life, as she was supposed to do, but why was it so hard for me to let her go?
No longer would I be the one to wipe away the tears, tears of anger, or sadness, or pain. I would no longer watch her sleep, protecting her. That job now belonged to another, and I knew I would never trade those moments of happiness. Never. Nor would I forget the moments in the park, when it was just the two of us. Talking about the future and our wishes, our hopes and our dreams. Nor would I forget the time in Colorado, the snowman we had been making forgotten as we threw snow at each other. Neither one of us conceding defeat to the other.
Neither will I forget the day she came to me, her eyes shining, to tell me of her engagement. She took my hand in hers and said, with all the happiness of someone deeply in love, "Gil, I'm getting married." My breath had left my body in a rush, leaving me with a sense of falling. I knew it was going to happen, I'd seen them together. The love they couldn't hide spilled over, coloring everything around them.
She is dancing with me now. And as I hold her close, twirling her around the floor, I wish I could freeze this moment, and that it would be the two of us. The way it had been many times in the past. But it was over too soon, and she kissed my cheek as her husband led her away to meet some relatives of his, her new family. But in my heart, she would always be mine. She had always been mine. Even when she wasn't, she had been, and I prayed that she would always know that, no matter where her life led her, I was here for her, that I would always be here for her. Waiting.
Amid the throng of guests, I watched as her husband helped her into the back of the limo. She was leaving. She was leaving with him. Marc Jacobson. Her love. Her life. Her future. And I tried not to hate him. He was a great guy and he made her happy. How could I hate someone who made her happy, happier than I'd ever seen her? But, knowing that, I still couldn't stop the lone tear that made its way down my cheek. She locked eyes with me, and blew me a kiss just before he climbed in and shut the door. I watched the limo drive away, my heart lying scattered at my feet.
I felt a hand in mine and I looked over at the woman standing beside me. A woman who had stood beside me for thirty years, never faltering, taking me into her heart and her life, sharing with me the most precious gift she had.
"She'll miss you too."
I nodded and tried to smile, but it felt stiff, forced. Lindsey Willows had become Lindsey Jacobson and even though I knew I hadn't lost her, she would never be mine in the same way again. But I would always be hers. Always.
AN: I have never written a story like this before. I hope you enjoy.
Pairing ?/?
As I watch her, I wonder if she knows how beautiful she looks. She's radiant, absolutely stunning, and I feel my heart swell with love for her. Her off-white strapless gown flows over her body, Hugging in places and draping elegantly off others. Her blonde hair is piled high on top of her head with ringlets falling down onto her creamy white shoulders. And her eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, they were shining, glowing with love for this man, this man that she had just pledged her love and her life to.
And my heart broke. Oh, I knew that while we would still be close, and see each other at work, our relationship would never be the same again. And I realized, as I stood there in the reception hall, watching her accept congratulations, her face aglow with happiness and love, that I didn't like change. Not really. I would kiss her cheek and wish her luck and happiness, but while I would mean what I say, my heart would be crying. She had moved on with her life, as she was supposed to do, but why was it so hard for me to let her go?
No longer would I be the one to wipe away the tears, tears of anger, or sadness, or pain. I would no longer watch her sleep, protecting her. That job now belonged to another, and I knew I would never trade those moments of happiness. Never. Nor would I forget the moments in the park, when it was just the two of us. Talking about the future and our wishes, our hopes and our dreams. Nor would I forget the time in Colorado, the snowman we had been making forgotten as we threw snow at each other. Neither one of us conceding defeat to the other.
Neither will I forget the day she came to me, her eyes shining, to tell me of her engagement. She took my hand in hers and said, with all the happiness of someone deeply in love, "Gil, I'm getting married." My breath had left my body in a rush, leaving me with a sense of falling. I knew it was going to happen, I'd seen them together. The love they couldn't hide spilled over, coloring everything around them.
She is dancing with me now. And as I hold her close, twirling her around the floor, I wish I could freeze this moment, and that it would be the two of us. The way it had been many times in the past. But it was over too soon, and she kissed my cheek as her husband led her away to meet some relatives of his, her new family. But in my heart, she would always be mine. She had always been mine. Even when she wasn't, she had been, and I prayed that she would always know that, no matter where her life led her, I was here for her, that I would always be here for her. Waiting.
Amid the throng of guests, I watched as her husband helped her into the back of the limo. She was leaving. She was leaving with him. Marc Jacobson. Her love. Her life. Her future. And I tried not to hate him. He was a great guy and he made her happy. How could I hate someone who made her happy, happier than I'd ever seen her? But, knowing that, I still couldn't stop the lone tear that made its way down my cheek. She locked eyes with me, and blew me a kiss just before he climbed in and shut the door. I watched the limo drive away, my heart lying scattered at my feet.
I felt a hand in mine and I looked over at the woman standing beside me. A woman who had stood beside me for thirty years, never faltering, taking me into her heart and her life, sharing with me the most precious gift she had.
"She'll miss you too."
I nodded and tried to smile, but it felt stiff, forced. Lindsey Willows had become Lindsey Jacobson and even though I knew I hadn't lost her, she would never be mine in the same way again. But I would always be hers. Always.