This is the last part of my ‘Ride’ short story series. For best the reading experience, please read Ride and Second Ride.
I am ashamed of myself while he’s laughing his heart out.
This is always the scenario when our friends, our families and even our little kids recalled that fateful second ride.
The tale of that beautiful woman on his shoulder, apparently a complete stranger to him, has been a laughing matter for him, a shameful scene for me and a hit plot twist for our friends and family.
He never saw me on that day, and even the next Monday and even the next month.
Our second ride has been our last ride together.
As days became weeks and weeks became months, I have lost all hopes for a part three for our bus-inspired-love-story. I erased my fantasies. I made myself believe that he’s no way my soul mate. I tried to forget him and that girl on his shoulder.
It was a bright Saturday morning when fate surprised me in no way I have imagined.
I saw him in front of my house… talking to my Dad! My Dad! Like my scary-looking Dad!
My heart jumped out, my eyes went wide when I realized that he is indeed in front of my house…with a bouquet of flowers.
I have no idea, until now, how he knew my address. He said it’s a beautiful secret he will keep until his last breath.
But his courage to ask my Dad for permission to court me on their first meeting sealed his seat in my heart.
It took him a year for me to said yes.
It took him another three years for me to be his fiancee.
It took us a year to prepare for our wedding.
It took us two kids to give our lives’ new meaning.
And it took us a bumpy yet full-of-love two-decade ride on marriage to somehow prove that our story has no ending.
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer