TITLE: One Good Thing
AUTHOR: Lisa
EMAIL: Saturn_girl19@yahoo.com
CATEGORY: AL/JC Romance
RATING: PG
ARCHIVE: Please just let me know.
DISCLAIMER: (Insert witty disclaimer here).
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is in response to the challenge at the Carby Board.
THANKS: To
everyone at the Carby Board. And of course, my awesome beta, Kate!
SUMMARY: "It's funny, this
"falling in love" thing…"
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We can't fight gravity
on a planet that insists
that love is like falling
and falling is like this.
-Ani DiFranco, "Falling Is Like This"
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Loved: Strong affection; warm attachment; beloved person; feel affection for; enjoy greatly
It's funny, this "falling in love" thing. It had never occurred to her to like it, before now. She had always been more for the dark, ominous, true-to-life, too-many-tears type of story. Not for the light, joyful, my-prince-has-finally-come sort of thing. Not the happy ending. But here it is. Standing right in front of her, slipping a ring on her finger, about to say, "I do." And she is about to say the same thing, for the second time in her life. Who would have thought?
But really, it wasn't all flowers and candy hearts. Anyone could tell you that. They had had their share of sleepless nights over coffee and pie, and salty tears over hard addictions, lost friends, and crazy families.
But even though she still has trouble admitting it sometimes, even now, she can't help but feel genuinely happy when she is with him. Really happy, ecstatic, when she really thinks about it. And she can't remember the last time she felt that way with someone, if she has ever felt that way at all, before him. Maybe this really is love.
They took the long path, to get to this place, this place of… loving, of being loved. Three years to be exact. Two years of endearing and desperate looks, of dating the wrong people, of dancing around the inevitable. Then finally, a year of strange, unconventional courtship, impromptu proposals… And changing. Yes. Changing.
"People never really change." Yes, she had said it, once. But he had proved to her otherwise. He had proved to her so many things she had never really thought possible. That people can change, that she can believe in fairytales, that she can love herself, and finally, love another.
So here they are. Yes, here they are, as declared in an entryway not that long ago. Where they should be. In a chaotic world of what-ifs and sometimes nasty surprises, there is always one constant, one thing they can count on. This one good thing. This "falling in love."