1. Finding It


    Date: 12/24/2017, Categories: First Time, Author: sunshinegal, Source: LushStories

    “ I love you, Beth. I love you. " The sudden awareness of the time snaps out of my daydream. Three years ago, Mark Taylor told me he loved me and became the first boy to say those three magic words to me. We lasted two years together, braving the perils of a long-distance relationship with me in Boston and him in Chicago. Before the summer of 2012 kicked in, Mark was offered a prestigious internship in a law firm in Hong Kong and accepted it without telling me. The last time I saw him was when I left his college dorm in tears, with the heavy thought in my heart that he obviously didn’t care enough for me to tell me his decision. As I put on my make-up, I look at the invite to my high-school reunion on my table. The sparkling glitter on the invite doesn’t brighten up the idea of me mingling with people that have moved on with their lives. A knock on the door distracts my attention. “Beth? Are you ready?” my sister Sarah asks, poking her head around the door. “Getting there,” I sigh with a sad smile. “What’s up?” she asks, catching my mood and sitting on the end of my bed. “Part of me doesn’t want to go. It’s just going to be crap,” I confess, turning around to face her. “How do you know that? Your friends will be there." “I know, it’s just…it’s at the hotel by the marina." Her eyes straighten with realisation. She knows the significance of the hotel in question. “Are you worried that he will be there?” she asks gently. Shaking my head, I look at my knotted hands. “I doubt it, ...
    he's probably living the high life in the Far East." Sighing, Sarah takes my hands and rubs them softly. “Hey, don’t dwell on the past. I know how important he was to you but he shouldn’t stop you from enjoying yourself. Now put on that dress and get ready. I’ll prep the car,” she smiles, nodding at the short midnight blue dress with a cutout back laid out on my bed. Smiling back, I feel relieved by her words. “Thanks, sis." ******************************** An hour here and I am already wishing I had stayed at home. The hotel is tastefully decorated and there are boards with our high school profiles on them. All my former classmates are laughing and drinking merrily, but I notice that they are mainly couples. I mingle with my old friends but as soon as they start talking about diapers and real estate, I feel empty, like I don’t belong here. Making my excuses, I grab my champagne glass to be refilled. As soon as I have been served at the bar, I notice an open patio door that leads out to the balcony overlooking the marina. Taking a breath, I walk out and deeply inhale the salty tang in the air. The balcony is deserted and I am thankful - if I had to see those former jocks smoking cigars and talk about their size of their business portfolios, I would go nuts. Reaching the edge, I lean on the railing and look over the marina. The sun has already started to go down, making the sky a summer-set orange. Looking at the champagne glass in my hand, a sense of deja vu comes to mind. I ...
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