It's amazing and horrible at the same time
how your life can change in just one moment.
I met Charlotte in Junior High,
she had always been my crush
but I was nothing more than
a joke to her.
After many requests
and vain attempts
to gain her interest and attention,
I asked her to go to prom with me
and she surprisingly
accepted.
I considered myself the luckiest
man to have ever walked
on this planet.
And I will never stop saying that,
no matter how many times
I have felt like the opposite.
Charlotte and I, first started dating
on a cold winter night,
when I offered her my coat
and she joked about me
trying to be a gentleman
and failing completely.
I asked her to become my wife
and the mother of my children
four summers ago
while we were riding a roller coaster
and she then made me
the happiest man ever
by screaming yes again and again.
As I was about to keep my promise
and make our dreams come true,
the time suddenly stopped for me.
I was covered in her blood but still alive
and she was not moving,
on the cold cement,
in her once white wedding dress.
The world moves on
and people only grieve for months.
Memories fade and tears get dry
but I can never forget
the story of us which
-no matter what others say-
didn't end the day you passed away
and will not end until we decide to
end it.
