Pansies and Rosemary
For thoughts and remembranceFlash!—I awoke with a cold sweat creeping down myface, my heart was racing. I sat upwith such force my head became dizzy. Where was I? I could not remember. A sickening feelingdropped to my stomach, while another lodged in my throat. I forced myself to focus my eyes,and things slowly started to materialize in the darkness. I was in a room. “Oh, yes, that’s right,” Isighed, “my room.” A relaxing feeling came over me and I slowly laid back down. Although mybreathing was not yet normal, I felt a comfort. I felt a comfort in that I knew who I was, where Iwas, and yes, I even knew what day it was, or about what day it was. I wasn’t sure how long Ihad been sleeping. It might seem strange that this would give me such a comfort, but things werenot always this way.Have you ever had a nightmare? A fear that just won’t go away? Have you ever had toface it? Imagine never existing. Imagine waking up and everything you have done, everyoneyou have known, every feeling that you have felt, did not mean anything, did not have any sortof connection. Although this may be unfathomable, or unrealistic, for one girl, her nightmare wasall too real.“Ugh!” I groaned as my alarm went off. “It’s too early to start the day” I reached overand hit the snooze button. This was not an unusual occurrence, I hit snooze five or six timesevery morning; however, this morning I did not fall back asleep. My mind was still processingthe events of the previous evening, my perfect Valentine’s.I thought back to the E-mail telling me Andrew had something to tell me, and that I wasnot to let the night end without him telling me, “no matter what.” Of course I guessed what itwas about. I could read him like an open book, but me, being the hopeless romantic that I am,would wait to find out.Itall started on February 21
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of the previous year when I was first introduced to AndrewB. Hanson. It was one of those instant friendships, the ones that must have been preordained. Hebecame my dance partner, best friend, and prince charming. We were like two peas in a pod, theclassic, peanut butter and jelly.My mind turned back and I tried to dreamed the night over.It was a perfect night. Ice skating in the open rink while it lightly snowed, followed by dinnerand then dancing at the Valentine’s Dance. My night raced forward, and I rememberedthe partthat made my heart, both then and now, beat faster. I focused in on the details.Hepromenaded me through the dance hall to Anastasia’s
Once Upon a December
waltz.“Sarah,”he said in a nervous whisper. “Yes” Ihadreplied questionably, althoughI had a guessto what was coming. I remembered wondering if I was correct in my assumptions, a millionother things had come into my mind, and then he had finally continued “I—Ihave been meaning,for quite sometime to tell you something” I had no doubt,I knew what he was going to say, myheart was racing, it felt as ifit would burst at any moment.
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