Introduction
She was a beautiful one, kind and smart. All her friends loved her, her smile, and her laugh. So genuine, yet so unique. She brought light and happiness everywhere she went. Her name was Amy, and this, is her story:
She was a beautiful one, kind and smart. All her friends loved her, her smile, and her laugh. So genuine, yet so unique. She brought light and happiness everywhere she went. Her name was Amy, and this, is her story:
Chapter One
I looked up from the Bible I held in my hands, the sky was so blue as God painted the earth from his infinite palette. I could hear the birds singing in the leaf filled trees surrounding my front yard. I slid my arms across the fresh green grass, and breathed in the refreshing air. A smile formed on my face as I closed my eyes and let the morning sink in.
I wonder where he is right now. Is he thinking about me?
I sat up and scooped my phone off the grass, I slid the unlock button across the screen. There was a new text! It was from Chris.
It read: “I love you my princess, I hope you have an amazing morning :)”
*sigh* He is so sweet!
As I read his text, my heart felt so happy, I was lifted onto a cloud of pure bliss, in that moment I felt as if nothing else mattered.
I stood up, and composed my reply: “I love you too”. I walked up those stone stairs and entered my home, as I looked inside I saw the picture of my parents I had hung on the wall just two years back. Always smiling, as if to say “We're proud of you sweetheart.”
Earlier that morning as I read my bible in that fresh green grass, I saw a verse... I felt like God had written that verse just for me.
I looked up from the Bible I held in my hands, the sky was so blue as God painted the earth from his infinite palette. I could hear the birds singing in the leaf filled trees surrounding my front yard. I slid my arms across the fresh green grass, and breathed in the refreshing air. A smile formed on my face as I closed my eyes and let the morning sink in.
I wonder where he is right now. Is he thinking about me?
I sat up and scooped my phone off the grass, I slid the unlock button across the screen. There was a new text! It was from Chris.
It read: “I love you my princess, I hope you have an amazing morning :)”
*sigh* He is so sweet!
As I read his text, my heart felt so happy, I was lifted onto a cloud of pure bliss, in that moment I felt as if nothing else mattered.
I stood up, and composed my reply: “I love you too”. I walked up those stone stairs and entered my home, as I looked inside I saw the picture of my parents I had hung on the wall just two years back. Always smiling, as if to say “We're proud of you sweetheart.”
Earlier that morning as I read my bible in that fresh green grass, I saw a verse... I felt like God had written that verse just for me.
“Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away.”
Song of Solomon 8:7 (NLT)
Chapter 2
I pulled my phone out of my back pocket. I couldn't stop thinking about him, we hadn't seen each other for two whole weeks! I slid my finger across the screen, and as it unlocked I wondered,
What is taking him away from me? Is he seeing someone else?
I wanted to slap myself for thinking that way, I know he’s committed... but I am not the prettiest girl in this town. It’s a legitimate fear! ....Right?
In the recent contacts, Chris’ number had fallen to third, Jeannine, and my parents had risen to first, and second.
I quickly touched the green phone by his name, my skin grew cold, my stomach twisted, and my hands began to shake as I waited for his voice to reach the speaker.
“Hey Amy.”
“Hey.”
“What do you need? I’m really busy right now.” I cringed as I heard those words. What was he always so busy with? I was so mad, I wanted to blow up, to tell him how I felt... but I didn’t.
“Oh, It’s nothing, I just wanted to hear your voice again.”
“Okay, great! ‘Cause I really need to go. Love ya!”
“Love you too, bye.”
“Bye.”
“Wait! Are you still there?.... Hello? Hello?” I couldn’t hold it in, I wanted to know what he had been doing. But it was too late, the phone honked in my ear... he was gone.
2 months went by, still the same, busy, busy, busy. Not only that, my friends had backed off as well, not returning my calls, always being too busy to chat.
Is it me? Is there something wrong with me?
I looked in the mirror over my bathroom sink, I hadn’t brushed my hair that day, it had gotten frizzy and ugly. I quickly snatched my brush off the granite countertop, as I brushed my hair, it returned to being shiny, and smooth. I had always loved my hair, its brown color was consistent, and unchanging. That was my one strength, I had always been the one with the “perfect” hair. I did have flaws, I had acne, and a bit of chub around my waist.
Is that why? Do they not like me because of my imperfections?
I began to frantically search for beauty products, and new diets over the internet. I thought I found something when--
“Rrrinng, rrring, rrring, rrring!” I pulled my phone out, and quickly slid “Answer” across the screen.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Chris!”
“What happened to your phone? Your contact didn't show up on my phone.”
“I lost my phone. So I’m calling from a pay phone.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. So, what’s up?”
“I want to see you, meet me in our tree?”
What?!? He was wants to see... me?
Our tree is the spot where we first met, that day I was in a park near my place and noticed a tree that looked perfect for climbing. As I climbed up and got to a difficult spot, I suddenly felt a strong, but gentle hand grab my wrist to help me up. It scarred me so bad I lost my footing, and that gentle hand pulled me up to a safe spot. Then I saw his face, he looked like he was about my age, his expression was so gentle, and unthreatening. I felt safe with him, and I didn't even know his name.
“You do?!? Okay! I'm on my way!”
“Awesome, I can't wait to see you!”
“You too! I love you Chris.”
“I love you too Amy.”
I ran to the front closet, grabbed my purse, jetted across the yard and into my car. I hoped with all my heart that he would have an explanation, but I still had a sliver of doubt.
Chapter 3
I parked my car, and started having second thoughts.
What if this is a breakup? I should turn back.
I decided to ignore my fears, and enjoy the time I had left. I hid my purse in my car, jumped out, and ran towards our tree.
There he was, waiting patiently by our tree, he turned and as he saw me a smile slowly formed on his face, then a tear. He ran towards me with open arms, my heart raced, I could feel the tears streaming down my face. It had been so long, too long since I had seen his face. As he held me in his strong arms, I felt safe, every doubt I had seemed to float away in that moment.
He pulled away, and slid my hair behind my ears. As I looked in his eyes, I knew he still loved me. He wiped the tears off my face and kissed me on the cheek. I committed to purity a few years back, and I was so thankful to have I met someone who respected that decision.
We climbed the tree, and sat in our spot, from there we could see the whole city, the mountains in the distance, and the well kept houses that sat lawn to lawn. It was always so beautiful, so peaceful, so quiet right there, in our tree. He gently held my hand in his, I looked into his loving eyes as he asked, “Will you marry me?”
*gasp* My heart dropped like a rock, I did not expect that, but somewhere deep inside I was waiting, hoping, dreaming that this moment would come. Quickly I blurted out “YES! Yes!!” I cried tears of joy as he pulled out a beautiful diamond ring, and slid it on my finger.
He took me to the meeting room at the park, my parents, my brothers, and sisters, as well as Jeannine (my best friend), and all my other friends were there to greet us. They were all shouting “Congrats!”
A screen was in the front of the room, and on that screen was a series of videos of all of my friends, and my family telling me that they love me, that I matter to them, and that I have made a difference in all of their lives.
As they all chatted around me, I looked up at my fiancée, and watched his reactions, stared at his smile, my heart was full, he was everything I had ever wanted and more.
I pulled my phone out of my back pocket. I couldn't stop thinking about him, we hadn't seen each other for two whole weeks! I slid my finger across the screen, and as it unlocked I wondered,
What is taking him away from me? Is he seeing someone else?
I wanted to slap myself for thinking that way, I know he’s committed... but I am not the prettiest girl in this town. It’s a legitimate fear! ....Right?
In the recent contacts, Chris’ number had fallen to third, Jeannine, and my parents had risen to first, and second.
I quickly touched the green phone by his name, my skin grew cold, my stomach twisted, and my hands began to shake as I waited for his voice to reach the speaker.
“Hey Amy.”
“Hey.”
“What do you need? I’m really busy right now.” I cringed as I heard those words. What was he always so busy with? I was so mad, I wanted to blow up, to tell him how I felt... but I didn’t.
“Oh, It’s nothing, I just wanted to hear your voice again.”
“Okay, great! ‘Cause I really need to go. Love ya!”
“Love you too, bye.”
“Bye.”
“Wait! Are you still there?.... Hello? Hello?” I couldn’t hold it in, I wanted to know what he had been doing. But it was too late, the phone honked in my ear... he was gone.
2 months went by, still the same, busy, busy, busy. Not only that, my friends had backed off as well, not returning my calls, always being too busy to chat.
Is it me? Is there something wrong with me?
I looked in the mirror over my bathroom sink, I hadn’t brushed my hair that day, it had gotten frizzy and ugly. I quickly snatched my brush off the granite countertop, as I brushed my hair, it returned to being shiny, and smooth. I had always loved my hair, its brown color was consistent, and unchanging. That was my one strength, I had always been the one with the “perfect” hair. I did have flaws, I had acne, and a bit of chub around my waist.
Is that why? Do they not like me because of my imperfections?
I began to frantically search for beauty products, and new diets over the internet. I thought I found something when--
“Rrrinng, rrring, rrring, rrring!” I pulled my phone out, and quickly slid “Answer” across the screen.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Chris!”
“What happened to your phone? Your contact didn't show up on my phone.”
“I lost my phone. So I’m calling from a pay phone.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. So, what’s up?”
“I want to see you, meet me in our tree?”
What?!? He was wants to see... me?
Our tree is the spot where we first met, that day I was in a park near my place and noticed a tree that looked perfect for climbing. As I climbed up and got to a difficult spot, I suddenly felt a strong, but gentle hand grab my wrist to help me up. It scarred me so bad I lost my footing, and that gentle hand pulled me up to a safe spot. Then I saw his face, he looked like he was about my age, his expression was so gentle, and unthreatening. I felt safe with him, and I didn't even know his name.
“You do?!? Okay! I'm on my way!”
“Awesome, I can't wait to see you!”
“You too! I love you Chris.”
“I love you too Amy.”
I ran to the front closet, grabbed my purse, jetted across the yard and into my car. I hoped with all my heart that he would have an explanation, but I still had a sliver of doubt.
Chapter 3
I parked my car, and started having second thoughts.
What if this is a breakup? I should turn back.
I decided to ignore my fears, and enjoy the time I had left. I hid my purse in my car, jumped out, and ran towards our tree.
There he was, waiting patiently by our tree, he turned and as he saw me a smile slowly formed on his face, then a tear. He ran towards me with open arms, my heart raced, I could feel the tears streaming down my face. It had been so long, too long since I had seen his face. As he held me in his strong arms, I felt safe, every doubt I had seemed to float away in that moment.
He pulled away, and slid my hair behind my ears. As I looked in his eyes, I knew he still loved me. He wiped the tears off my face and kissed me on the cheek. I committed to purity a few years back, and I was so thankful to have I met someone who respected that decision.
We climbed the tree, and sat in our spot, from there we could see the whole city, the mountains in the distance, and the well kept houses that sat lawn to lawn. It was always so beautiful, so peaceful, so quiet right there, in our tree. He gently held my hand in his, I looked into his loving eyes as he asked, “Will you marry me?”
*gasp* My heart dropped like a rock, I did not expect that, but somewhere deep inside I was waiting, hoping, dreaming that this moment would come. Quickly I blurted out “YES! Yes!!” I cried tears of joy as he pulled out a beautiful diamond ring, and slid it on my finger.
He took me to the meeting room at the park, my parents, my brothers, and sisters, as well as Jeannine (my best friend), and all my other friends were there to greet us. They were all shouting “Congrats!”
A screen was in the front of the room, and on that screen was a series of videos of all of my friends, and my family telling me that they love me, that I matter to them, and that I have made a difference in all of their lives.
As they all chatted around me, I looked up at my fiancée, and watched his reactions, stared at his smile, my heart was full, he was everything I had ever wanted and more.
Afterword
She learned later that day, that for those two and a half months Chris and all her friends had been busy because they were working together to create the perfect proposal for her and him.
Things are not always as they seem, this is something we all should learn and remember.
Copyright © 2014 Mahalah N. May
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without the permission of Mahalah N. May.
She learned later that day, that for those two and a half months Chris and all her friends had been busy because they were working together to create the perfect proposal for her and him.
Things are not always as they seem, this is something we all should learn and remember.
Copyright © 2014 Mahalah N. May
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without the permission of Mahalah N. May.