Rose
ACME
- Best answers
- 0
- Known Aliases
- Abby
- Color #
- da328
(Takes place about a year and a half before 'Forget Me Not')
All we ever search for is a love that will not fade.
All we find are counterfeits; none that take a truer shade.
Love unending isn’t real. If it was, would we be content with just one taste?
Maybe it is just I who wishes for a steady hand and a faithful face.
“You never wanted to get married?” Rose carefully dipped her toes into the calm, cold, silvery water that slowly ebbed beneath the wooden dock which she sat upon. Her eyes scanned the banks of the quiet lake, taking in all the peacefulness that radiated off her surroundings. Although it was Autumn, there was no visible sign of the changing seasons yet. The sun was still warm. The days only moderately shorter. Slowly her eyes made a full circle, returning back to her companion, Matthew Zinger.
In answer to her words, he only shook his head.
“That surprises me, Matt. I assumed you were one of those who had always dreamed about getting married and having a bunch of babies.” Her fingers found a misplaced stone on top of the dock, and she threw it into the water, trying to make it skip across the surface. It didn’t work but just disappeared after a nice, rounded kuplonk!
“My parents were married for fourteen years. They always seemed happy, Abby. One of Dad’s favorite things to say was Mom made him a better person. He wasn’t truly a man till he met her. She gave him a reason to be responsible, to be honorable, to be kind.” Matthew hesitated for a moment, seeming to struggle over the next words. “After my dad died, Mom eventually remarried. She was never the same. She was wife to the man who lived down the hall, not my mom anymore.”
Rose was reached out her hand to take hold of his and squeezed it tightly. Matthew looked over at her, a rather bittersweet smile on his face.
“Marriage changes people.”
“Sometimes in a good way…I hope.” Rose glanced down at the simple engagement ring on her finger that reflected the sun’s bright rays. She slid it up and down a little, realizing that she still felt surprised to see it there. Just one more month till the wedding."
All we ever search for is a love that will not fade.
All we find are counterfeits; none that take a truer shade.
Love unending isn’t real. If it was, would we be content with just one taste?
Maybe it is just I who wishes for a steady hand and a faithful face.
“You never wanted to get married?” Rose carefully dipped her toes into the calm, cold, silvery water that slowly ebbed beneath the wooden dock which she sat upon. Her eyes scanned the banks of the quiet lake, taking in all the peacefulness that radiated off her surroundings. Although it was Autumn, there was no visible sign of the changing seasons yet. The sun was still warm. The days only moderately shorter. Slowly her eyes made a full circle, returning back to her companion, Matthew Zinger.
In answer to her words, he only shook his head.
“That surprises me, Matt. I assumed you were one of those who had always dreamed about getting married and having a bunch of babies.” Her fingers found a misplaced stone on top of the dock, and she threw it into the water, trying to make it skip across the surface. It didn’t work but just disappeared after a nice, rounded kuplonk!
“My parents were married for fourteen years. They always seemed happy, Abby. One of Dad’s favorite things to say was Mom made him a better person. He wasn’t truly a man till he met her. She gave him a reason to be responsible, to be honorable, to be kind.” Matthew hesitated for a moment, seeming to struggle over the next words. “After my dad died, Mom eventually remarried. She was never the same. She was wife to the man who lived down the hall, not my mom anymore.”
Rose was reached out her hand to take hold of his and squeezed it tightly. Matthew looked over at her, a rather bittersweet smile on his face.
“Marriage changes people.”
“Sometimes in a good way…I hope.” Rose glanced down at the simple engagement ring on her finger that reflected the sun’s bright rays. She slid it up and down a little, realizing that she still felt surprised to see it there. Just one more month till the wedding."
