Seven years later…
I don’t know why I had chosen St. Joseph’s church for my wedding day. Perhaps I wanted to return to my childhood town near Long Island. Or maybe I wanted to say goodbye to my old haunting memories before moving on with my new life. But deep down, I knew that the real reason was the hopes of seeing him again.
Seven years has passed since the last time I have seen him, yet I still remember every little thing about him; from his red hair and his blue eyes – which carried beautiful dreams within them – to his freckles and the way a dimple appeared on his right cheek whenever he laughed or even smiled. Each time I close my eyes, I can still hear his voice, reminding me of what it felt like to be eighteen and in love again. But even when I endure to keep him away f
