My first love vanished ten years ago after telling me not to wait for him. I never learned why. Then, at my wedding reception, he suddenly walked through the doors. But he hadn’t come to win me back. He looked straight at my new husband and said, “Tell her the truth before I do.”
The photographer had just called for one more shot when I finally exhaled and let myself believe the day was real.
I stood at the edge of the reception hall in my white dress, watching Nathan laugh with his father across the room.
“You did it,” my maid of honor whispered, squeezing my hand. “You actually married the man.”
I stood at the edge of the reception hall in my white dress
“I keep waiting for something to go wrong,” I admitted. “Isn’t that terrible?”
“It’s normal,” she said. “Every bride thinks that.”
But I knew my reason ran deeper than nerves.
Some part of me had never fully trusted that happiness would stay.
Ten years ago, I had learned how fast a person could vanish.
My reason ran deeper than nerves.
***
Brandon had been my whole world back in high school.