Post by lenityg on Dec 31, 2007 4:58:06 GMT
"Mr and Mrs Jones" the MC announced as we walked into the room. People turned round to look as I knew they would. I looked at Mark and smiled as he leaned in for a kiss.
"Now then Mrs Jones" he said softly. He looked beautiful in his morning suit. His big beutiful brown eyes shone with happiness and I grinned back. As he stepped back I caught a waft of his aftershave, Tommy my favourite scent. I was caught up in the memory of when we first met 10 years ago.
We had started off as friends and then one very drunken night we had all been chatting, well slurring and he had been asked who the funniest person he fancied was. And he had said me. I had fallen in love with his slow shy smile, his gentleness, the way he could pick the perfect present. Even the way he took three hours to wash up. I loved the way he had wrapped his arms around me and I felt safe for a while.
It was the university years when you feel that you can take on the world and win. We lived with a friend of his Richard. I would cook, they would wash up then we would all do our seperate things. Or we would sit and talk late into the night, Richard strumming his guitar, us all arguing our point until noone could remember what we were arguing about so we started laughing instead. It was like having a ready made family without the pain of child birth. We had gone through phases as all couples do but always connected again. Even if apart on e-mail our sense of humour could eb communicated in a word in a link in a textI liked the way he drew people to him, from all walks and noone could say they didn't like him because you couldn't not like him. However hard you tried. All my friends liked him, loved him all his friends liked me. I was chalk to his cheese but for those years we balanced each other out.
That smell of Tommy would linger when he was gone, or if we were apart I would smell it and it would remind me of him. I was the one who supported him when he changed course even though I knew he would drop out eventually because I knew that was what he wanted at the time like we were what we wanted at the time. We built our castles in the air, planned our holidays together planned our lives around each other. I was working so we only saw each other on evenings and then I got a scolarship to a college at the other end of the country to study music.
A hand on my waist brought me out of early memories. "Kate your holding up the cue" a voice whispered in my ear. Mark turned to his side. "Darling I would like you to meet my oldest friends" He looked at me. "Kate and Richard Jones". I leaned in and kissed his bride who blushed and I carried on down the line.
"Now then Mrs Jones" he said softly. He looked beautiful in his morning suit. His big beutiful brown eyes shone with happiness and I grinned back. As he stepped back I caught a waft of his aftershave, Tommy my favourite scent. I was caught up in the memory of when we first met 10 years ago.
We had started off as friends and then one very drunken night we had all been chatting, well slurring and he had been asked who the funniest person he fancied was. And he had said me. I had fallen in love with his slow shy smile, his gentleness, the way he could pick the perfect present. Even the way he took three hours to wash up. I loved the way he had wrapped his arms around me and I felt safe for a while.
It was the university years when you feel that you can take on the world and win. We lived with a friend of his Richard. I would cook, they would wash up then we would all do our seperate things. Or we would sit and talk late into the night, Richard strumming his guitar, us all arguing our point until noone could remember what we were arguing about so we started laughing instead. It was like having a ready made family without the pain of child birth. We had gone through phases as all couples do but always connected again. Even if apart on e-mail our sense of humour could eb communicated in a word in a link in a textI liked the way he drew people to him, from all walks and noone could say they didn't like him because you couldn't not like him. However hard you tried. All my friends liked him, loved him all his friends liked me. I was chalk to his cheese but for those years we balanced each other out.
That smell of Tommy would linger when he was gone, or if we were apart I would smell it and it would remind me of him. I was the one who supported him when he changed course even though I knew he would drop out eventually because I knew that was what he wanted at the time like we were what we wanted at the time. We built our castles in the air, planned our holidays together planned our lives around each other. I was working so we only saw each other on evenings and then I got a scolarship to a college at the other end of the country to study music.
A hand on my waist brought me out of early memories. "Kate your holding up the cue" a voice whispered in my ear. Mark turned to his side. "Darling I would like you to meet my oldest friends" He looked at me. "Kate and Richard Jones". I leaned in and kissed his bride who blushed and I carried on down the line.