To Mend A Broken Heart

Chapter 14: Kids of the Future

I remember.

I remember every last word.

I remember every last word he spoke.

I remember every last word he spoke to her.

I remember every last word he spoke to her before leaving.

I remember every last word he spoke to her before leaving her.

I remember every last word he spoke to her before leaving her at the altar.

Only 2 short months ago, we got the invitation. An invitation inviting us back to Florida, an invitation neither of us could refuse. We got on a plane that weekend and stayed at my dad's for that next week, just so we knew we would be there for her.

So the day came and just like she helped me, I helped her. I made sure everyone was ready, made sure everything was perfect and even went and talked to him to calm his nerves down. I never actually thought he would do it, until it happened.

I was walked down the aisle way and up to my position in the front of the church seeing him standing there, smiling, and finally looking ready for this to happen and then the song began, the music played, the door opened and she came.

Now I knew how it truly felt. How scared and nervous she was for me, but of course one thing was different…I actually said "I do."

It started off perfectly, nothing seemed to be wrong. The priest went the through the objections, promises and got to the vows, when he was interrupted, interrupted by…by…I can't even say his name.

"I have something to say. I…I can't do this. I can't live my life knowing that you're not the one. You're not the one for me. I'm in love, but you're not the one. I need to figure this out. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for all of this, leading you on and just wasting your time. I hope you forgive me. I'm sorry everyone. I guess I'll just leave."

She wasn't the one, she wasn't the one, she wasn't the one, she wasn't the one, she wasn't the one, she wasn't the one, she wasn't the one…

How could she not be? How can you not see that before getting her up on the altar, before crushing her heart in front of her friends and family? What did she do to you? What did she do? How does she deserve this? How does she deserve hearing the words "You're not the one." replay over and over again in her fragile mind? How does she deserve me holding her crying body, instead of you, the one she loves?

She deserved none of it, but that doesn't prevent it from happening, doesn't prevent the pain from still gleaming through. She asked everyone to leave, even her family. She asked everyone to leave, but me. She asked me to stay and as soon as everyone left, she cried and she cried and she cried. We sat in the front pew, I held her and she just cried. No words, just emotions. I held her close and just rubbed my hand up and down her back and it didn't take long before I was crying too. She didn't deserve this, she didn't, but he had done it anyways, he had broken her heart.

A few hours later, she cracked, "Thank you." But I didn't talk back; I just nodded and grabbed her hand, motioning her to stand. I rested her nearly collapsing body against mine and walked her to the bench in the foyer. She was still in her clothes, her gown and needed to get out, so I lifted her again and walked her to the room she first changed in and sat her down in a chair, in the corner of the room. I grabbed the jeans and tee-shirt she came in off the dresser they were laying on then walked back over to her and tried to unzip the dress.

"NO! NO! NO! Don't take it off! Don't, I…I can't. He's coming back! I have to be here! He's coming back for me! He wouldn't leave me! He loves me! I love him! He's coming back for me, so I need to stay like this…he's coming back! I have to stay like this! He'd never desert me! He's…he's…he's…"

"He's gone."

"NO! He's coming back!"

"You can't stay like this."

"I have to…I have to."

"You need to get out of this…let me help you."

"NO! I'm staying…you can leave…I have to stay…he's coming back."

"He's not coming back…at least not now…please just take the dress off."

"Only if you promise me he's coming back…"

"I can't, I can't promise you that."

"Then, I'm not taking it off. I need someone to assure me, I need you to assure me."

"He's coming back."

"Ok…you really think so?"

"I think that you're a mess. Let's get the dress off, and then we can talk."

"Ok."

After getting the dress off and get her dressed again, I drove her home. I walked her to her room and tucked her in.

"Why are you still here?" she asked.

"Because you need me right now."

"No, I don't. I'm fine. Go home."

"I'm not leaving you."

"Why did he do it?"

"Because…because…he knew you deserved someone better."

"I need him. I want him."

"There is someone better out there for you."

"But why wasn't him? You found your someone at 15, I'm 18 and still lost. I'm alone and sitting here wondering why."

"It's different for different people, but it will happen, most people don't get married at 18."

"I know, I just wanted it so badly."

"Because you loved him or because you just wanted to be married?"

"Because I loved him…he…I can't put into words how he made me feel."

"I understand and I'm sorry this happened to you, just hold your head up high."

"I'm sorry too. It will take a while to get over it, but thanks for being here."

"I'll be here as long as you need."

"Thanks…" and with that she fell asleep.

She did okay, better than any of us ever expected. Within a few weeks she came out of her house and started to hang out with us again and I only stayed with her for 3 days. But I was more than happy to return home.

"Babe, I'm home." I yelled, through the house.

"Hey, I missed you."

"Missed you too. I think we need to stay here for a while."

"How long is a while?"

"A few weeks, just to help her out."

"Ok, I'll call the guys."

"Thank you babe." I said, kissing him lightly.

We stayed for two more weeks until he had to get back to his job/band. So we flew out three weeks before school started. When we got back home, we both were exhausted.

"I'm so glad we're home." I said, collapsing on the couch.

"Me too." he said, quickly following.

"What do you want to do today?"

"Hold you as close as possible and never let you go."

"Did him leaving her at the altar really hurt you that badly?"

"Yes, it did babe. How any guy could do that to someone they care about is beyond me so I just want to hold you."

"Ok." I said, scooting over into his lap. He held me gently and wrapped his arms around my waist, his head resting on my shoulder, his lips barely touching my neck.

"Can I sing you something?"

"Anything, babe."

I've got sunshine,

On a cloudy day

When it's cold outside,

I've got the month of May.

I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way

My girl (my girl) (my girl)

Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)

"I will never leave you sweetie." he said, as he finished.

"I know, thank you. I love you."

"I love you. Now I have something really serious to talk about."

"Ok, what?"

"Are you ready to be a mom?"

"What?"

"Are you ready to be a mom?"

"I don't know…that's a hard question."

"I know, I know. I was just thinking."

"Are you ready to be a dad?"

"Yeah…" he said, looking away.

"But we're not even in our twenties. We don't have enough experience babe."

"I just can't wait. But you're not ready are you?"

"No, babe, I'm not."

"Ok…that's fine. I appreciate what you say and because you would be the carrier of our children, I won't force you to do anything.

"Thank you. I'd like to keep my figure for a while."

"But I will love you no matter what you look like. I will never leave you; I couldn't dare leave you alone."

"I never want you to leave me."

"You're all mine baby doll."

"And it better stay that way."

"It most definitely will. And sweetheart?"

"Yeah."

"Just tell me when you're ready."

"I will, babe. Someday we will have kids."

He brought me even closer into his chest and whispered into my ear, "Kids of the Future."