Missy stood in the reception line and faked a smile for the people who wanted to congratulate her. Most of them she didn’t even know and most of the ones she did know she didn’t like very much. They came and went making small talk, exchanging hugs. She couldn’t wait for it to be over.
She was happy of course; this was her wedding day after all, and it was everything she’d ever dreamed it would be. She had picked out the chapel when she was a little girl, the flowers were perfect, the music, the atmosphere; everything was so perfect. Yet still there was an uneasiness in the back of her mind that she couldn’t seem to shake. While Missy had been greeting people she had been trying to figure out what this uncomfort was. When she pinned her finger on it; fear. Though she knew the feeling she couldn’t figure out the reason.
Being loyal didn’t scare her one bit, she loved the idea of spending the rest of your life with just one other person. Even divorce didn’t scare her, she knew that in all likelihood her chances of actually staying together for the rest of their lives was less than half. It wasn’t sharing everything, it wasn’t the fact that she’d probably have to quit her job when the babies came. Then for the second time that day something clicked. It was Will.
“I love Will…” she said under her breath. It was true too. They’d been dating for over 2 years, and they’d been through some tough times. There was even once when she suspected he was cheating on her. It wasn’t true, and though Will was offended and hurt, he forgave her in an instant. She kept the idea rolling in her head and thought that perhaps it wasn’t Will but the idea that maybe there was someone better, someone more fitted for her life. The idea of the ideal man lingered in her head. He wasn’t the ripped man that many women might imagine, in fact she thought very little about his body. She thought about how he would treat her. How he would just know when something is wrong. How they could be so in sync.
Her thoughts had lead her completely away from her reception, and it was time for the bride and groom’s first dance. She walked elegantly to the center of the floor and took Wills hand, and rested her head on his shoulder; and almost as if he read her mind she heard him whisper softly “I'll try” It was then she realized that although will wasn’t the “perfect” he was exactly what she needed.
She was happy of course; this was her wedding day after all, and it was everything she’d ever dreamed it would be. She had picked out the chapel when she was a little girl, the flowers were perfect, the music, the atmosphere; everything was so perfect. Yet still there was an uneasiness in the back of her mind that she couldn’t seem to shake. While Missy had been greeting people she had been trying to figure out what this uncomfort was. When she pinned her finger on it; fear. Though she knew the feeling she couldn’t figure out the reason.
Being loyal didn’t scare her one bit, she loved the idea of spending the rest of your life with just one other person. Even divorce didn’t scare her, she knew that in all likelihood her chances of actually staying together for the rest of their lives was less than half. It wasn’t sharing everything, it wasn’t the fact that she’d probably have to quit her job when the babies came. Then for the second time that day something clicked. It was Will.
“I love Will…” she said under her breath. It was true too. They’d been dating for over 2 years, and they’d been through some tough times. There was even once when she suspected he was cheating on her. It wasn’t true, and though Will was offended and hurt, he forgave her in an instant. She kept the idea rolling in her head and thought that perhaps it wasn’t Will but the idea that maybe there was someone better, someone more fitted for her life. The idea of the ideal man lingered in her head. He wasn’t the ripped man that many women might imagine, in fact she thought very little about his body. She thought about how he would treat her. How he would just know when something is wrong. How they could be so in sync.
Her thoughts had lead her completely away from her reception, and it was time for the bride and groom’s first dance. She walked elegantly to the center of the floor and took Wills hand, and rested her head on his shoulder; and almost as if he read her mind she heard him whisper softly “I'll try” It was then she realized that although will wasn’t the “perfect” he was exactly what she needed.
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