Was it really that late? Twelve.
I stood on the bridge at midnight as the clocks were striking the hour; lost in my thoughts, vaguely aware it was starting to rain. Isn't it written somewhere that if it rains on your wedding day, it is good luck? I needed more than good luck. I needed some guidance.
"Sorry, I don't really want to tell you this, but I will never forgive myself if I don't. I saw Jake with another woman a couple days ago and it was obvious they were more than friends."
I wasn't sure if Alicia was telling me this to appease her jealousy of the relationship Jake and I had or if she was genuinely concerned. Her motive was not as important as realizing I had a major decision to make.
Why Did She Tell Me NOW?
I knew Jake loved me. If I said something to my parents, it would ruin the whole day for them. They adored Jake; sometimes I think more than their own daughter.
I could call Jake and ask him about it. He would probably be up all night with his friends and a phone call from me would be really inappropriate. For the same reason, I couldn't show up unannounced at his apartment.
Too Late To Ask For Advice
If I didn't say anything, would this always be in the back of my mind, wondering if it was true? If I did say something and it wasn't true, would Jake be hurt that I was not trusting him?
I Knew What I Had To Do
The clap of thunder startled me and woke me up. It had been a bad dream. I never dream; at least I don't remember them. I was certainly going to remember this one and was thrilled that I made the right decision. Jake loved me and I loved him. Nothing could shake that fact. I rolled over and went back to sleep, secure and happy.
This was a Light and Shade writing challenge to use the picture prompt and the Longfellow quote "I stood on the bridge at midnight as the clocks were striking the hour."
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