[ WP ] The most saddest love story you can ever think of

As long as I could remember, my mom reminded me of how much she just knew that my father was `` the one'' as soon as she laid eyes on him and he would beam with pride any time the two of them would tell the story of how they met. It was the summer after they had both graduated high school and they showed up at a party a mutual friend was hosting. He with his long-time high school sweetheart, and she with her best girl friend. Their eyes met as my mom walked into the room and he could not keep his eyes off of her. Since my father was in a relationship at the time, he brushed it off as a sort of wanting what he ca n't have feeling. Not too long after that, my father found himself single and started pestering their mutual friend for my mom's name. No longer than two months after they first laid eyes on each other, they were dating. Inseparable. Perfect. Happy. 
 
 My parents married after only four months of dating and were very happy, even after three kids in a little over four years. That is, until my father became ill with cancer of the lungs. Only months after his diagnosis, he died, painfully. I do n't remember much as I was just 10-years-old at the time, but I do remember that my mother never recovered. She has n't been the same since, but she retells stories of her late husband and her eyes light up with such happiness. It was only natural that I assumed this is what I was too expect from love. And I found it -- that love that just grasps your every sense. 
 
 Mark and I were set up on a blind date through a mutual friend. He was new in town and I was single for the first time in almost a decade... I had clung onto my high school sweetheart just long enough to last through college without the drunken one night stands and graduate before parting our separate ways. When I first saw Mark, I was taken back by how good looking he was. Thick, dark hair waved ever-so-slightly to the left side of his face. Piercing green eyes that were intense, yet contrasting with his kind and gentle smile. On top of that, he was dressed in a casual t-shirt that hugged his toned arms and light blue jeans that hung from his hips, draping his lower body in mystery. 
 
 Meeting Mark made me believe that what my mom and dad had said was true. About how you just know when you've met the one. Mark and I have spent every waking moment together outside of work, which was a good thing since we are expecting our first baby within the next two months. I often find myself staring at my left ring finger, just waiting for there to be something shiny and metallic dangling from it soon enough, but I can wait. This is true love, anyway, and with a baby on the way, we have more important things to spend out money on. 
 
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 Not done yet. I'll be back!
