Girl in the White Dress: Sam's Story (22 page)

I blinked a few times and stared at the drawing. When I turned around to Matt, he was
on his knee. Oh my God, this was really happening?

“Samantha Rayne, I love you. I promise
to always love you. As cliché as this sounds, will you do me the honor of making me the happiest man alive? Marry me?” He pulled out a ring and I was stunned. It was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. It looked like a lily. Just like the drawing he had given me so long ago. I felt tears well up in my eyes. Damn, I did not want to be that girl. Too late, they started to fall down my face.

“Sam?” I realized I have not actually answered him yet.

“Yes.”

He stood up. “Yes?”

“Yes, I will marry you, Matthew Anderson. I love you. I cannot imagine my life without you in it.”

             
As I walked down the aisle, I saw Matt looking down towards me. He had a huge smile on his face and tears in his eyes. I could not be any happier than I was at that moment. Rachel and Trinity were already at the altar and Trinity’s little girl, Paige, was the cutest flower girl ever. Of course, since she was only two, Trinity walked down the aisle with her.

             
I could not imagine my life without any of these people in it. All the crazy twists and turns in my life brought me to this wonderful day with all these wonderful, amazing people in it. Matt was the love of my life. And while Tim would always hold a small piece of my heart, I knew this was right where I should be.

Tim had tried to contact me a few times. He had found out through Danny (because of Trinity he knew what was going on with me) that Matt and I were getting married. The last text I got from him was
I hope you will be happy. Always – Tim.
I did reply to that one text,
always.
I knew it would be the last time I heard from him and that was ok now. It was far too complex a situation and I was happy now.

             
Matt earned his art degree and was now an art teacher at a different elementary school, as well as the football coach for WSC. Life could not be any better. I could finally say I loved my life. (Oh, and do not tell anyone, but in nine months there will be a little Anderson running around. Shhh!)