Narrative Writing CA
Runaway Groom
It’s the morning of the big day. The biggest day of my life. Well at least it’s supposed to be. Right now it feels more like the worst. The wedding starts in a few hours. What do I do? I can’t go through with this. How do i commit the rest of my life to a woman who can’t be honest with me? A woman who feels lying to me is the only way. Without sounding too cliché, ‘what’s a relationship without trust?’
I’m done being afraid. She claims she loves me but, who cheats on somebody they love? At first I was afraid to lose her; she was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I wasn’t ready to lose the love of my life over a silly mistake. That’s all I thought it was; a mistake. I suppose that was me trying to sugar coat it, burying the truth.
It took me until the big day to figure it out. It wasn’t a mistake; it was a choice. The choice to humiliate me, the choice to deceive me and the choice to sleep with another man. A part of me feels I already knew but I kept pushing it to the back of my mind every time. The truth isn’t always easy to handle, we do everything we can to convince …show more content…
The weather was ideal with fluorescent rays of light illuminating the sky, and the light cool summer breeze complimenting the day perfectly. With a long journey ahead, we switched the radio on; coincidently ‘500 Miles’ by The Proclaimers was on. My best men burst into huge fits of laughter and I couldn’t help cracking a smile myself. A few novelty songs later, the best-men started telling stories of old times, reminiscing about those crazy nights out. It made me drift into a passage of thought: I’m not ready to settle down. At the early age of 22 years I should be able to enjoy my life without the hassle of settling down. There’ll come a time in a person’s life where settling down with the right person is the best choice to make. But right now at my tender age, I’ll surely just be burdening
Runaway Groom
It’s the morning of the big day. The biggest day of my life. Well at least it’s supposed to be. Right now it feels more like the worst. The wedding starts in a few hours. What do I do? I can’t go through with this. How do i commit the rest of my life to a woman who can’t be honest with me? A woman who feels lying to me is the only way. Without sounding too cliché, ‘what’s a relationship without trust?’
I’m done being afraid. She claims she loves me but, who cheats on somebody they love? At first I was afraid to lose her; she was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I wasn’t ready to lose the love of my life over a silly mistake. That’s all I thought it was; a mistake. I suppose that was me trying to sugar coat it, burying the truth.
It took me until the big day to figure it out. It wasn’t a mistake; it was a choice. The choice to humiliate me, the choice to deceive me and the choice to sleep with another man. A part of me feels I already knew but I kept pushing it to the back of my mind every time. The truth isn’t always easy to handle, we do everything we can to convince …show more content…
The weather was ideal with fluorescent rays of light illuminating the sky, and the light cool summer breeze complimenting the day perfectly. With a long journey ahead, we switched the radio on; coincidently ‘500 Miles’ by The Proclaimers was on. My best men burst into huge fits of laughter and I couldn’t help cracking a smile myself. A few novelty songs later, the best-men started telling stories of old times, reminiscing about those crazy nights out. It made me drift into a passage of thought: I’m not ready to settle down. At the early age of 22 years I should be able to enjoy my life without the hassle of settling down. There’ll come a time in a person’s life where settling down with the right person is the best choice to make. But right now at my tender age, I’ll surely just be burdening