Wow. In the ten minutes that I had stepped out of my dressing room, I've relived my high school years. Every moment I can store away in my memory has replayed, and I've remembered every word and every emotion almost as vivid as when they were really happening. My mind, despite all my reminiscing, was still hazy...and then I looked forward. I saw him, standing there, smiling like an idiot. I immediately broke into the same doofy smile, probably blushing as red as I could be.
He's always been there for me, from the time that he threw sand in my hair, all the way up to our college graduation. I never saw it when I was younger, and I can't understand for the life of me why, but he's always be the person that I've been in love with, underneath my school girl crushes and meaningless relationships.
I remember the first time we kissed. It was in Rome, during the party that they threw at our hotel. We went up on the roof, and stood in the same spot where I made him promise that we'd find adventures. I still can't describe what I was feeling, or what I was thinking, but it was wonderful. I put my hand on his cheek and brought my lips to his. Short and sweet...but it was like electricity. All he could manage in reply was "Uh...thanks!"
Many years (and kisses) later, we were graudating high school. We got through it together, with our fair share of relationships, breakups, dances, football games, fights, and unexpected friendships. We had been together since our junior year, and we were accepted to the same college. I can remember asking myself why I never confessed to him how I really felt as soon as I had the chance, or why I always lied to myself when I knew that I was in love with him. I watched him walk across stage as an honor-grad, his curly hair sticking out from underneath the blue cap. He waited for me outside the assembly hall, throwing his arms around me and congratulating me on a job well done. "I couldn't have done it without you," was the only reply I had. The rest of our class barreled through the door, and we shared a victory yell and threw our caps in the air.
That night was our senior prom, which was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I spent half the night dancing my heart out, feeling absolutely gorgeous, with my hair and makeup done. After the dance was over, he took me out to this huge field, and we just layed there, watching the stars. His heartbeat matched mine, and I remember realizing then that we would be together for the rest of our lives.
I leaned up and kissed his nose, looking into his beautiful chocolate eyes. "I love you."
He smiled, and kissed my nose back. "I love you, too, my angel."
The years flew by after that night. College graduation was tearful yet liberating, finally being free from school after all those years. To celebrate, we went out to dinner. He told me that he was so lucky to have me through all these years, because I was the light of his life and without me, he couldn't have survived. I blushed, and told him that the only reason I survived is because he held my hand the whole way through.
After dinner, we got back in the car and he started to drive off, without telling me where he was going. We drove for a while, the landscape flying by, and then I noticed that everything seemed so familiar. I had seen all of this before, but I just couldn't place where.
After about an hour of driving, he stopped the car. He came around the front and opened the door for me, telling me to close my eyes because he had a surprise for me. I closed them, peeking here and there, but I couldn't tell where we were. He suddely stopped, and took both my hands in his. "Open your eyes, Lizzie."
I opened them and suddenly realized where we were. This was the same spot we had been the night of high school graudation, the same spot where I knew we'd spend the rest of our lives together. It was then that I realized where this was going.
He fumbled around in his pockets, finally pulling out a white box. He put it in my hands, keeping the lid closed. "Lizzie, you are everything to me. I've loved you since before I knew what love was, and I can't imagine sharing what we've shared with anybody else. You make me want to be a better person. You make me want to dance, and sing, and laugh, and cry, and scream from every rooftop how much I love you. Lizzie, what I'm trying to tell you is that..." He lifted up the lid of the box, and laying there was a heart locket. "...You've got my whole heart." He slipped the chain around my neck, kissing my forehead as he drew back to look me in the eye. "There's something else." He drew back the layer of cotton that the necklace was laying on, and there was a perfect diamond ring. "Will you marry me?"
As soon as he spoke these words, tears started running down my face. He slipped the ring on my finger, his hand shaking as much as mine. Then, out of nowhere, a gust of wind comes up and blows his curly hair into his face. He brushed it away, embarassed, and muttered, "I hate my hair."
"I love it...it's so...it's so perfect and unruly..." I lauged and threw my arms around his neck, repeating the word 'Yes' over and over. He pulled back and looked me in the eyes, a huge grin on his face.
"Yes?"
"Yes!!"
Suddenly, I was back to the present. I glanced over and saw him grinning the same grin he had on when I told him yes, I'd marry him. He turned to me and slipped the gold band on my finger, his hand shaking just as much as mine. "I do."
Before I knew it, we were pronounced husband and wife. He lifted my veil and leaned in to kiss me. The whole congregation burst into applause, and I couldn't help but giggle while his lips were on mine.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present you with Mr. and Mrs. David Gordon."
[A/N: *tear* I just love marraiges! ;) I'm gonna end it here...the rest I'll leave to your imagination!]
He's always been there for me, from the time that he threw sand in my hair, all the way up to our college graduation. I never saw it when I was younger, and I can't understand for the life of me why, but he's always be the person that I've been in love with, underneath my school girl crushes and meaningless relationships.
I remember the first time we kissed. It was in Rome, during the party that they threw at our hotel. We went up on the roof, and stood in the same spot where I made him promise that we'd find adventures. I still can't describe what I was feeling, or what I was thinking, but it was wonderful. I put my hand on his cheek and brought my lips to his. Short and sweet...but it was like electricity. All he could manage in reply was "Uh...thanks!"
Many years (and kisses) later, we were graudating high school. We got through it together, with our fair share of relationships, breakups, dances, football games, fights, and unexpected friendships. We had been together since our junior year, and we were accepted to the same college. I can remember asking myself why I never confessed to him how I really felt as soon as I had the chance, or why I always lied to myself when I knew that I was in love with him. I watched him walk across stage as an honor-grad, his curly hair sticking out from underneath the blue cap. He waited for me outside the assembly hall, throwing his arms around me and congratulating me on a job well done. "I couldn't have done it without you," was the only reply I had. The rest of our class barreled through the door, and we shared a victory yell and threw our caps in the air.
That night was our senior prom, which was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I spent half the night dancing my heart out, feeling absolutely gorgeous, with my hair and makeup done. After the dance was over, he took me out to this huge field, and we just layed there, watching the stars. His heartbeat matched mine, and I remember realizing then that we would be together for the rest of our lives.
I leaned up and kissed his nose, looking into his beautiful chocolate eyes. "I love you."
He smiled, and kissed my nose back. "I love you, too, my angel."
The years flew by after that night. College graduation was tearful yet liberating, finally being free from school after all those years. To celebrate, we went out to dinner. He told me that he was so lucky to have me through all these years, because I was the light of his life and without me, he couldn't have survived. I blushed, and told him that the only reason I survived is because he held my hand the whole way through.
After dinner, we got back in the car and he started to drive off, without telling me where he was going. We drove for a while, the landscape flying by, and then I noticed that everything seemed so familiar. I had seen all of this before, but I just couldn't place where.
After about an hour of driving, he stopped the car. He came around the front and opened the door for me, telling me to close my eyes because he had a surprise for me. I closed them, peeking here and there, but I couldn't tell where we were. He suddely stopped, and took both my hands in his. "Open your eyes, Lizzie."
I opened them and suddenly realized where we were. This was the same spot we had been the night of high school graudation, the same spot where I knew we'd spend the rest of our lives together. It was then that I realized where this was going.
He fumbled around in his pockets, finally pulling out a white box. He put it in my hands, keeping the lid closed. "Lizzie, you are everything to me. I've loved you since before I knew what love was, and I can't imagine sharing what we've shared with anybody else. You make me want to be a better person. You make me want to dance, and sing, and laugh, and cry, and scream from every rooftop how much I love you. Lizzie, what I'm trying to tell you is that..." He lifted up the lid of the box, and laying there was a heart locket. "...You've got my whole heart." He slipped the chain around my neck, kissing my forehead as he drew back to look me in the eye. "There's something else." He drew back the layer of cotton that the necklace was laying on, and there was a perfect diamond ring. "Will you marry me?"
As soon as he spoke these words, tears started running down my face. He slipped the ring on my finger, his hand shaking as much as mine. Then, out of nowhere, a gust of wind comes up and blows his curly hair into his face. He brushed it away, embarassed, and muttered, "I hate my hair."
"I love it...it's so...it's so perfect and unruly..." I lauged and threw my arms around his neck, repeating the word 'Yes' over and over. He pulled back and looked me in the eyes, a huge grin on his face.
"Yes?"
"Yes!!"
Suddenly, I was back to the present. I glanced over and saw him grinning the same grin he had on when I told him yes, I'd marry him. He turned to me and slipped the gold band on my finger, his hand shaking just as much as mine. "I do."
Before I knew it, we were pronounced husband and wife. He lifted my veil and leaned in to kiss me. The whole congregation burst into applause, and I couldn't help but giggle while his lips were on mine.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present you with Mr. and Mrs. David Gordon."
[A/N: *tear* I just love marraiges! ;) I'm gonna end it here...the rest I'll leave to your imagination!]