Tony and I had the best holiday together. On countless occasions, we contemplated on having sex. But Tony had strong Christian background and belief, so we decided to wait till after our first night as husband and wife.
Although I wanted it so badly with him because of the feelings that came anytime I perceived his aura so close, but I didn’t want to rush it because I knew we’d get married eventually. (This was our consolation).
Tony had grown into a very handsome man; he was smart too; usually my kind of dream guy.
Weeks started turning to days before Tony would leave for school outside the country; I couldn’t hold the tears from coming whenever the thought of his return to school came to my head.
Even though I wanted him to go, there was a part of me that wished he would stay.
It was 2:30pm on Friday and I had just gotten off the phone with my mom when I got a text from Tony “Please can we have a last meet up before my departure the next day?” It stated.
I couldn’t help but have a quick shower, pack some of my stuff for the weekend and hurriedly left my apartment for his family house.
Every of his family member knew about my relationship with him, (even though Tony’s mom was skeptical about me from the onset, she finally agreed to our relationship when she noticed I wasn’t ready to give up on Tony; and because of her approval we got the privilege to always see whenever we wanted).
It felt like a perfect union because everyone seemed to have accepted it from both families.
I was out of the house before 3pm so I could beat traffic. Since it was a friday evening, I knew going to the island from my house in the mainland was a big deal because traffic sometimes wasn’t favourable and since it was weekend everywhere would be rowdy.
As I had suspected, there was mad traffic on the way, it got me furious and anxious at the same time because I was in a hurry to get to Tony’s crib.
It wasn’t quite long the traffic started clearing, my cab guy accidentally bumped into another car and broke one of its headlights. Frustration wasn’t just enough to describe how mad I got because the driver could have avoided the whole accident he had listened to me before trying to overtake.
I could have left my driver hanging and go meet the love of my life, but I couldn’t; I held myself from leaving the scene. Maybe I was getting a sign from heaven to go back home, or maybe not.
I wish I had read the signs that day, maybe I would have avoided the shockers I got when I finally reached my destination.. I wish I had stayed back at home; at least I wouldn’t have to prove my love to the man I thought I’d fallen in love with years ago..
But I couldn’t stop what was coming ahead of me, maybe it was predetermined or maybe I didn’t let my instincts guide me to safety.
I am Emily and this is just the beginning of my story…