Its a Love Story- Chapter 3

{This one was hard for me to formulate, sorry for the delay.  I did think about leaving you all in suspense for a while longer ;) }

As I stood in my white gown that smoldering day in June, almost 9 years ago, my mind went to a different place.  I was wondering how I got here at only 20 years of age.  What was I doing in a little church, with my family all waiting outside the doors?  Slowly a smile crept onto my face and I remembered it all.  Remembered why, (despite the critics on the other side of the door) I didn't want to live another day as a single woman.  Why I wanted to wake next to the man at the front of the church every day for the rest of my life.  It all came back to me in a flash.  An entire relationship in a second. 

When I stepped out the high school bathroom, after wiping any trace of tears away and a new resolve to keep up my stone-cold attitude, I walked to my next class.  English III.  I walked into the class, the teacher chattered away at me but the only thing I heard was what I had been hearing all day so far, buzzing.  Buzzing and the beating of my heart. 

Then the tall, dark boy from Spanish walked in.  He was the epitome of happy-go-lucky, stereotypical high school guy.  He was with a couple of his buddies who were also laughing and jostling each other.  He paused when he saw me, looked at me a second longer than would be normal and smiled.  Now, despite the fact that the boy was very good looking, had nice eyes with thick lashes, and killer dimples (I'm a sucker for dimples), I refused to smile back.  It would be several months before those dimples would flatten my resolve.

He stood on the other side of the class, laughing with his buddies and then said "Hey, you want to go sledding with us this weekend?"  To which I replied, with what I hoped was an icey tone, "Do you always ask out someone whom you've never even spoken to or seen before?"  His friends quieted and turned to him to see how he would react.  The boy just smiled and said "no."  He was completely unphased by my front.  So I said to him, "Considering your friend has a broken arm, from what I heard was your last sledding day, the chances of my going with you are slim."  He just continued to smile, sat down with his friends and I didn't give him another thought.

My behavior was not natural for me.  But as the seeds of anger, hurt and bitterness from moving sprouted and grew, the girl who was naturally kind, ready with a smile and loved to be with friends and family got pushed deeper into the the little, dark crevices of my heart.  My plan for my life was much better than God's and my parents'.  I was sure of it.  I was hurting.  So I built up walls as strong as I could, and refused to let anyone in.

He was telling the truth when he said "no"  to asking another girl out.  And luckily for me, he did give me another thought.  This dark boy was suddenly very determined for the first time in his life to "get the girl."  While I was pining for a life, friends, and a different boy hundreds of miles away, The Prince found me, and was determined to have my heart.

Stay tuned for chapter 4.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2