❝ - Red lights, stop signs
I still see your face in the white cars, front yards
Can't drive past the places we used to, go to
But I still love you, babe, ooh.❞
Liz and Watson Brewer's wedding. Stoney Brook's biggest event, but one I didn't want to attend.
Sam was going to be there. I did not want to see him.
Mum was pushing me for about an hour before we left.
"Are you wearing the buttercup yellow dress y/n?"
"No mom. That one has the stain on it from the Richardson's wedding."
"Right, so four out of five of your dresses are a no. Which leaves the black dress with the silver butterflies."
"What dress?"
My mother pulled out a dress from the back of my closet and I gasped, my eyes immediately fluttering away.
Tears clouded in my eyes and I turned away to blink them back fast.
"Honey are you okay?" Mom asked me, worried all of a sudden.
"Oh, uh, yeah. It's just. That's the dress I was wearing when. You know."
"What?"
"When I had my first kiss with Sam." Tears were coming too fast and they spilled down my cheek as I bit my lip and tried to breathe.
Mom's expression turned soft and she gave me a hug, kissing me on my head.
But I could only think of one thing.
It was a weekend. Sunny summer day, lively, filled with joy.
2 teens, out on a new experience in their lives.
Sam had asked me out for the first time, a random stroll in the park.
Our fingers brushed togethet, red blush rising to my cheeks everytime.
After the umpteenth time, he entwined his fingers with mine, a smile on his face.
Stopping to face him, time had stopped, everything around us still, until all we could hear was the beating of our hearts.
And when I pressed my lips to his, everything was perfect. I knew then I'd rather be in his life than not have him in mine.
Now all I can do is cry.