Personal Narrative: Here Comes The Bride
I remember looking at him hurt; it hurts me in ways I never thought possible.
My life, for as long as I can remember, only consisted of my faithful love for him and only him; Oh Sehun. From when I first laid my seven year old eyes on him, I was falling. Hard. From then on after it was only pain. Mind you, I have my fair shares of cuts and bruises, but nothing compares to the fissures this one man has caused in my heart, mind, and soul. He’s brought me to the point past love, because love is suppose to hurt. At this moment in my life, he has killed me-- annihilated my being.
The first blow was in the final year of our high school career. Prom was around the corner, and naive me believed there was a possibility of him proposing me to be his …show more content…
To be walking down the aisle, meeting eyes with the man I love with the entirety of my heart and he shares a smile, but it’s not me who’s he waiting for. He looks exceptionally handsome in his black and white tux, I concluded while staring at him on the sidelines(always the on the sidelines I bitterly thought). Moments later, the wedding march begins. The march, “Here Comes the Bride,” never felt more real because it was reality settling; I wasn’t his bride, and he wasn’t my groom.
My hearing was impaired. Distinct was the cracking sound of my heart as I watch the whole room cheer for the couple, and I thought, “Why couldn’t life be easy and I was just as happy for you as them?” His eyes swims with happiness and love while mine drowns in sadness and love. I watch him mouth “I do,” and felt my stomach dropped 5,000 feet below me.
Nothing yet everything changed after the wedding of Oh Sehun and Bae Irene. Shortly after the wedding, I moved out of my parents home and into a small studio apartment. Something about living in the room I grew up in, shared all my thoughts and feelings to the walls that mostly comprised of Sehun, made me sick to my stomach. It was clear I needed a clean slate to start with. Also, it seemed pathetic, but I didn’t want to be left behind. Sehun was taking a step in his life, a step into Irene’s, and starting a new chapter. I needed some monumental event to take the same step as well. Little did I knew, it wasn’t a step forward but two steps back that I
My life, for as long as I can remember, only consisted of my faithful love for him and only him; Oh Sehun. From when I first laid my seven year old eyes on him, I was falling. Hard. From then on after it was only pain. Mind you, I have my fair shares of cuts and bruises, but nothing compares to the fissures this one man has caused in my heart, mind, and soul. He’s brought me to the point past love, because love is suppose to hurt. At this moment in my life, he has killed me-- annihilated my being.
The first blow was in the final year of our high school career. Prom was around the corner, and naive me believed there was a possibility of him proposing me to be his …show more content…
To be walking down the aisle, meeting eyes with the man I love with the entirety of my heart and he shares a smile, but it’s not me who’s he waiting for. He looks exceptionally handsome in his black and white tux, I concluded while staring at him on the sidelines(always the on the sidelines I bitterly thought). Moments later, the wedding march begins. The march, “Here Comes the Bride,” never felt more real because it was reality settling; I wasn’t his bride, and he wasn’t my groom.
My hearing was impaired. Distinct was the cracking sound of my heart as I watch the whole room cheer for the couple, and I thought, “Why couldn’t life be easy and I was just as happy for you as them?” His eyes swims with happiness and love while mine drowns in sadness and love. I watch him mouth “I do,” and felt my stomach dropped 5,000 feet below me.
Nothing yet everything changed after the wedding of Oh Sehun and Bae Irene. Shortly after the wedding, I moved out of my parents home and into a small studio apartment. Something about living in the room I grew up in, shared all my thoughts and feelings to the walls that mostly comprised of Sehun, made me sick to my stomach. It was clear I needed a clean slate to start with. Also, it seemed pathetic, but I didn’t want to be left behind. Sehun was taking a step in his life, a step into Irene’s, and starting a new chapter. I needed some monumental event to take the same step as well. Little did I knew, it wasn’t a step forward but two steps back that I