May 25, 2014
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I used to have faith in him. I used to believe we would christen our children here, and they would carry on tradition and get married in here. That was long gone considering I never wanted to see those doors again.
He rolled over so he was facing me, but never made eye contact. His lips were pulled downwards on the corners, his glassy eyes breaking my heart. “I’m sorry,” he whispered quietly, looking down in shame.
“I never thought this day would come,” I admitted, walking over to the bed John and I had shared for the past six years, and picked up the small but respectable bouquet of perfect white daisies. He would never admit it, but they were his favourite.
John just smiled at me, the infamous smirk growing at his lips. He picked up my pen and took my form from me, crossing out my last name and replacing it with 'O'CALLAGHAN'.
Alex isn't stupid. He knows that all these things he's been feeling and thinking are just symptoms of something much bigger than he would care to acknowledge. His mom's words about how patient he is come back to haunt him all the time now. Because while he's already realized that John is his soul mate, John has literally not the slightest clue yet. And that's the most painful thing out of the whole situation.
Did I mention I loved her?