I glared at the six foot, almond complexion sensation.
At first glance, I could tell that he wasn’t exactly on my level---income wise that is, but for some reason, I just didn’t care. And Santana could obviously tell that I was what you would call, well off , but that hadn’t stopped him from giving me an overload of his Southern charm.
And it worked.
I never once thought about being with an average guy.
I’d always thought that I needed more. But as it turns out, Santana was everything I’d ever needed and wanted in a man; and I was so grateful, happy, to be standing in front of him about to say I do.
Hungrily eyeing him in his all white tux, I continued to grin at him as he recited his vows to me. He said them with so much joy; so much hope. A blind man could see that this man loved me with everything that he had in him. Santana loved me so much and it showed in everything that he said and in everything that he did.
I couldn’t believe that I almost didn’t marry him.
Though it wasn’t exactly the time or place to reminisce, I thought briefly about a few weeks before the wedding.
Joey crossed my mind.
What can I say about Joey…except that…I loved him; and I always had.
Joey and I had grown up together in North Carolina. We were like two peas in a pod growing up. We were best friends and hoping to make that transition into being something more. But when my family moved to Georgia, I had no idea that I would be saying goodbye to Joey forever…sort of.
My Daddy thought that Joey was a bad influence on me and I was forbidden from keeping in contact with him.
My guess was since Joey was a tad bit older than I was, Daddy was thinking that the obvious had already happened; or that it wouldn’t be long before it actually did. Either way, he’d taken away the only person that I’d ever truly cared about.
At first, it was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do but eventually, my life went on. And after a while, Joey simply became a distant memory.
That is until Mr. Memory resurfaced all of years and years later.
I was celebrating my 28 th birthday with my first husband, Tony, at a restaurant one evening when I accidently bumped into a gentleman on my way to the bathroom.
Joey.
We both stared at each other in complete awe.
He was my first love; my first everything.
And there he was, in the flesh…looking like a million bucks.
After the initial shock and brief conversation, I found out that he was now living in Georgia, and had been for the past few years; just in the next town over.
I couldn’t believe my ears.
All of the emotions that I had buried for him had come rushing back to my heart and my remembrance all at once. He was my weakness. I had such a weak spot for him; similar to the way that most people had a weakness for chocolate or ice cream.
And let’s just say that Joey quickly became my favorite desert.
Of course, one thing led to the next and Joey and I began to have an affair; during my first marriage, my second, and well as for the third…
I now pronounce you husband and wife. Please kiss your bride…
The preacher’s announcement interrupted my thoughts of Joey.
Coming to, I winked an eye at Santana as he puckered up and kissed me like never before.
I really did love him; I wasn’t sure if I was totally or extremely in love with him, but still yet, I loved him.
Santana’s rough hands caressed my cheeks as our lips continued to do their first official dance as husband and wife.
Finally, allowing me to come up for air, Santana smiled at me and stared deep into my eyes.
“I love you,” he said softly.
“I know,” I smirked and grabbed his hand as we faced the cheering crowd.
After jumping the broom, we both began to run until we were completely out of the church doors.
Santana embraced me once more, and I inhaled the scent of his chest.
I could hear his heart racing; as if it was about to beat him to death.
As he wrapped his arms around me, I knew
At first glance, I could tell that he wasn’t exactly on my level---income wise that is, but for some reason, I just didn’t care. And Santana could obviously tell that I was what you would call, well off , but that hadn’t stopped him from giving me an overload of his Southern charm.
And it worked.
I never once thought about being with an average guy.
I’d always thought that I needed more. But as it turns out, Santana was everything I’d ever needed and wanted in a man; and I was so grateful, happy, to be standing in front of him about to say I do.
Hungrily eyeing him in his all white tux, I continued to grin at him as he recited his vows to me. He said them with so much joy; so much hope. A blind man could see that this man loved me with everything that he had in him. Santana loved me so much and it showed in everything that he said and in everything that he did.
I couldn’t believe that I almost didn’t marry him.
Though it wasn’t exactly the time or place to reminisce, I thought briefly about a few weeks before the wedding.
Joey crossed my mind.
What can I say about Joey…except that…I loved him; and I always had.
Joey and I had grown up together in North Carolina. We were like two peas in a pod growing up. We were best friends and hoping to make that transition into being something more. But when my family moved to Georgia, I had no idea that I would be saying goodbye to Joey forever…sort of.
My Daddy thought that Joey was a bad influence on me and I was forbidden from keeping in contact with him.
My guess was since Joey was a tad bit older than I was, Daddy was thinking that the obvious had already happened; or that it wouldn’t be long before it actually did. Either way, he’d taken away the only person that I’d ever truly cared about.
At first, it was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do but eventually, my life went on. And after a while, Joey simply became a distant memory.
That is until Mr. Memory resurfaced all of years and years later.
I was celebrating my 28 th birthday with my first husband, Tony, at a restaurant one evening when I accidently bumped into a gentleman on my way to the bathroom.
Joey.
We both stared at each other in complete awe.
He was my first love; my first everything.
And there he was, in the flesh…looking like a million bucks.
After the initial shock and brief conversation, I found out that he was now living in Georgia, and had been for the past few years; just in the next town over.
I couldn’t believe my ears.
All of the emotions that I had buried for him had come rushing back to my heart and my remembrance all at once. He was my weakness. I had such a weak spot for him; similar to the way that most people had a weakness for chocolate or ice cream.
And let’s just say that Joey quickly became my favorite desert.
Of course, one thing led to the next and Joey and I began to have an affair; during my first marriage, my second, and well as for the third…
I now pronounce you husband and wife. Please kiss your bride…
The preacher’s announcement interrupted my thoughts of Joey.
Coming to, I winked an eye at Santana as he puckered up and kissed me like never before.
I really did love him; I wasn’t sure if I was totally or extremely in love with him, but still yet, I loved him.
Santana’s rough hands caressed my cheeks as our lips continued to do their first official dance as husband and wife.
Finally, allowing me to come up for air, Santana smiled at me and stared deep into my eyes.
“I love you,” he said softly.
“I know,” I smirked and grabbed his hand as we faced the cheering crowd.
After jumping the broom, we both began to run until we were completely out of the church doors.
Santana embraced me once more, and I inhaled the scent of his chest.
I could hear his heart racing; as if it was about to beat him to death.
As he wrapped his arms around me, I knew
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