Sunday, June 28, 2020

Romantic Story 4 You Today/Solomon's Bride

I really loved writing this story about hurt, love, and forgiveness. I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! Solomon’s Bride Solomon Davis hugged his manager for the last time. He had made a promise to his wife right before she passed away that tonight would be his last fight whether he won or lost. But God had been good to him and he won with a knockout in the third round. He wiped a tear away, that rolled down his cheek. He now had enough stashed away to never have to box again. His wife was sure he would win even though he wasn’t that sure himself. He never should have listened to her when she told him to go and fight, and that she would be waiting for him when it was over. Then she passed away that same night while he was in the ring. He probably could continue to box for another ten years, since he was in perfect shape, and healthy. But he’d made Flo a promise, and he intended to keep it. And besides, there was their daughter Lizzy to think about. He was all she had now. God had blessed him to meet Bernice at a local function. He never thought he would love again, but he did love her. And Lizzy would adjust to her eventually, he told himself. Lizzy was a child hard to win over. But she needed a mother, and Bernice he thought would be a good one. He slowly walked to his car thinking about the Pg 3 changes in his life as the result of Flo’s death. His mind was so wrapped up in his thoughts, that he almost didn’t see the clumped figure ahead, laying in the alley. He immediately knew it was a body. But, was it dead, or alive, he wasn’t sure. He quickly shoved his gym bag in the backseat of his jaguar and walk swiftly towards the figure. Removing the wet box covering away, resulting from the rain earlier that evening, his eyes widen, it was a woman. She didn’t look more than twenty eight or so, he was never good in judging a woman’s age. Her long brown wet hair was over her face. As he brushed it back, he could see her beauty. He quickly felt for a pulse. It was faint, but there. She was still alive. Quickly he gathered her up into his arms, suddenly realizing she was nearly naked, wearing only a man's shirt which was completely soaked through. As he rushed to his car, with her in his arms, he wondered if he gotten to her in time. There was a hospital a few blocks away, he would take her there...only time would tell. Solomon wasn’t sure how long he waited in the emergency room but it had to be over an hour. Every time he tried to stop a nurse or doctor for information on the woman, they simply shook their heads, and rushed by him. Finally taking a seat he flipped open his cell and called Bernice. Pg 4 She would be waiting at home with Lizzy. He glanced at his watch. He was over two hours late for dinner. Bernice said she had some important news to tell him about her job at the school. He frowned. He hoped Lizzy wasn’t acting up and, causing Bernice any trouble. He couldn’t understand why Lizzy didn’t take to her. He fumbled in his pocket. The small box was still there containing the ring he wanted to give to Bernice tonight, and ask her to be his wife. They had been dating a year now. But Lizzy still remained the biggest gap between them. Lizzy was only six, and always was friendly to everyone. Bernice thought she needed a switch sometimes, but he and his first wife never whipped her and he wasn’t about to start now. He had family in Detroit and Bernice suggested he send her there to live. But that in his mind wasn’t an option either, and never would be. She was his child and she belonged with him. He’d always been able to talk to Lizzy. He’d take her aside tonight after Bernice said “Yes” and explain things about Bernice being her new mother. “Bernice, he said happily hearing her voice on the other end. He slowly explained the events of the evening, and about the woman he’d found in the alley. Pg 5 “Oh Solomon, when will you stop being a do gooder, that girl is not your responsibility now. You got her to the hospital, now leave it at that and come home” He lowered the phone from his ear, then lifted it up to it again. “I couldn’t just leave her there could I Bernice?” “Yes you could, came the quick reply. Why do you do things like that...you could get hurt. She rambled on. You don’t know what that girl is involved in. Might be a gangster girl, or even worst.” Solomon shook his head. At times it was hard to believe she was a church going woman. “I’ll be home soon. Tell Lizzy, okay?” He waited for a reply but there wasn’t any. he glanced at his phone. The connection had ended….Bernice was gone. “Are you the person who brought the woman into emergency?” Solomon looked up into the face of a young doctor. “Yes, he said quickly standing up. Is she going to be okay?” “Yes, but she’s going to be sore for a while. Some broken ribs, cuts and bruises, a black eye, and a cut lip. If she’d out there to much longer Pg 6 she … well, enough said. He patted Solomon's shoulder. You got her here just in time. We’d like to keep her over night, just for observation. You can pick her up tomorrow. I’ll prescribe meds for the pain.” “Can I see her?” “Sure, the doctor replied, room twelve straight ahead. She’s sleeping...but you can look in, but no talking, okay?” Solomon nodded as he watched him walk away. He knew all about feeling sore, and bruised from boxing, and he sympathized, but getting hurt was a part of a boxers world, but as he stood peering in the room at the beautiful brown haired woman laying in the bed with a swollen lip, black eye, and bandages, he knew no woman deserved a beating like that, ever. Solomon rushed home. Bernice was standing in the door when he drove up. He could tell by the expression on her face that things had not gone well with Lizzy. “Daddy,” Lizzy rushed to him with her eyes filled with tears. “What’s wrong honey? He picked her up in his arms, brushing her tears away. Bernice quickly pulled her out of his arms. Pg 7 “There’s nothing wrong with this child, she blurted anger. She’s just a manipulator that's all. When ever she can’t get her way she goes crying to daddy.” She ushered Lizzy into the house with a push. Solomon closed the door behind him, then stood looking at Bernice. She was beautiful, fashionable, a good cook, a church goer, and he did love her. But Lizzy was his child, and no one was going to treat her like Bernice just did. If this was an example of how life would be for Lizzy, he wasn’t going to have it. His hand brushed against his pocket, and he remembered the engagement ring he had there. He felt the anger fill up inside of him as their eyes met. Bernice saw it too. “Oh Solomon, forgive me, I was just so worried about you. You could of gotten hurt tonight. She wiped a tear from her eye that had fallen. If I lost you, I don’t know what I’d do. I love you Solomon. She quickly threw her arms around his neck, and started kissing him. Then she rushed to Lizzy, giving her a hug. I’m sorry Lizzy, so sorry, please forgive me. She looked into Lizzy’s eyes that still held tears. You’re my family.” Pg 8 Solomon watched waiting for Lizzy’s response. She hugged Bernice. “I forgive you, she said sincerely, then hugged Bernice back. Solomon smiled too, knowing that being quick to forgive was something his mother had always taught him, and what he and Flo, his first wife had taught Lizzy. But, tonight would not be a night for an engagement dinner or ring, he would hold on to the ring until later. The rest of the evening went off well. Even Lizzy seemed to be getting along with Bernice, which brought a comfort to Solomon’s mind. If they were going to be a family, it was crucial that Lizzy would accept Bernice as her step mother. It was good to lay down and think about a future with Bernice. He had finally gotten Lizzy to sleep, after reading a bedtime story. Now it was his turn. He had gotten use to sleeping alone, but soon he wouldn’t have to. Bernice would be sleeping next to him as his wife. He smiled at the thought. He welcome the thought of that. It had been a while since he’d loved a woman, but Lizzy’s needs came first before his own desires. He couldn’t just think of himself now, he’d seen to many who had done that, and the end results were unhappy, and rebellious children, and in the end a broken marriage. No, Lizzy first, me Pg 9 second, he thought, as sleep filled his eyes. That’s the way it should be...the way it had to be. It seemed like only moments since he’d closed his eyes, but it was now morning and Lizzy, his personal alarm clock was pulling gently at his eye. “Are you awake daddy, she said looking down at him smiling. Can we have happy pancakes today. Happy pancakes daddy she said jumping up and down. Please daddy?” Solomon eased up slowly in the bed, and opened his arms to her, giving her a big hug. “Okay, happy pancakes it is.” He watched his daughter leave the room skipping with joy, fully dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans. She was growing up so fast. He didn’t have to dress her anymore, just lay out her clothes the night before and Lizzy did the rest. As he headed to the shower., he remembered the way his life use to before everything changed, and Flo died. He had forced himself to go on, It wasn’t all about him anymore. It was all about Lizzy. He smiled. Happy pancakes were her favorite. It was something her mother often made on the weekends. Pancakes with chocolate chip eyes, a nose, and chocolate chips for the mouth, that always resembled a smile. As he showered, he wondered about the woman in the hospital. She Pg 10 would be released today. He had to go see her, he just had to, even if Bernice didn’t like it. There was a benefit of being the boss of your own business, you could take off whenever you desired to. Today he desired to. Solomon’s Gym was doing well and offered aspiring fighters a great atmosphere to train. And he had managers and staff that worked with him faithfully. He now had ten gyms that brought in a good profit in the Dallas Texas area, and was about to open two more in Austin. Boxing had been his dream as a young man, and God had blessed him richly, now he wanted to foster the dreams of other young boxers, and offer the best training possible for them to reach their goals. He didn’t have to work anymore, but he still did. He had invested well, so that Lizzy would have funds when she grew to collage age, of whatever she decided to do after her high school graduation. He had a nice home, car, a housekeeper, attended church regularly. Lizzy also had a nanny, who took her to school and picked her up at the end of the day, and fixed her meals during the week. But weekends were his special times with his daughter. He based his office in Dallas, and often travel for business reasons, but always, made sure he was home, when Lizzy came from Pg 11 school everyday. Yes, he smiled to himself. God had definitely been good to him, and he wanted to give back, by helping foster other boxers dreams, by opening his gyms to train those who really wanted to advance it the sport. He never turned anyone away for lack of funds. He enjoyed watching the young boys train. He had boxed for over ten years, and had the championship belts to proven it. He retired as heavy weight champion in his division.. But now, that was in the pass. Bernice, and Lizzy were his future now. Bernice, he looked down at Lizzy smiling as she walked along with him towards the hospital entrance. He intended to leave Lizzy with her, but Bernice had some sort of a social function today, so he could do nothing else, but take Lizzy with him, to the hospital, since her nanny didn’t work weekends. She was growing so fast. She was six now, in school, and he had to secure her future. “Daddy,” Lizzy’s voice broke his train of thought’ “Yes honey,” he smiled down at her. “Can I see the lady too?” She looked up at him with questioning eyes. Solomon knew she had probably heard his conversation on the phone, when he called from the emergency room, to Pg 12 explain to Bernice why he would be late for dinner. “Yes, we’re both going to see the lady.” he squeezed her hand affectionately, as they walked through the automatic doors. Lizzy laughed as the doors opened, calling it magic. Solomon laughed too, as he swept her up into his arms, and they walked down the hall to the elevators, that would take them to the emergency department. He would definitely have to have a talk with Bernice later, about being so vocal around small listening ears. It was a relief when he was told that children weren’t allowed in emergency. He had struggled as to how to explain the cuts, and bruises, she was about to see on the woman. Lizzy looked sad, but then her face turned into a smile, when the nurse said their was a room especially made for children where she could play with toys, color, listen to a story, and play with other kids. With a wave of her hand, she happily followed the nurse away. The woman was sitting up when he walked into the room. He could see the swelling that was now appearing on her face, eyes, and lips. There was a breakfast tray pushed away from her bed. That was a god sign, he thought as he Pg 13 approached. She was eating. She definitely needed nourishment now. She looked up at him, and smiled slightly. It had to hurt, oh how he remembered trying to smile and kiss his wife after a fight when his lips and eyes were so swollen. “Hello Solomon.” Her voice was a bit timid, but she was a beauty still, even with all the bandages. Solomon studied her closely. How did she know his name. She was out cold when he brought her to the hospital. “You don’t remember me, do you?” She eased up slightly in the bed, her long brown hair falling around her shoulders. Solomon walked closer. “No, I’m afraid I don’t.” He pulled up a chair beside her bed, and sat down. She smiled again, then frowned. “I’d suggest you don’t try to smile for awhile,” he said sympathetically. She nodded. “So, where have we met,? he eyed her closely. “I use to pester you all the time for a ride in you wagon, when I was eight years old, and always say, one day I was going to marry you when I grew up. Remember?” She looked up into is Pg 14 eyes, and couldn’t help but smile again, regardless of the pain. Solomon stood up quickly. “Marissa, he walked closer. Marissa Hill. Is it really you?” She nodded, tears running down her cheeks. “Its been a long time Solomon.” He gently leaned down, placing a tender kiss on her cheek, as they just looked at each other. “Girl, last time I saw you was the day your folks moved away and you came over and kissed me dead on the lips.” Marissa nodded. “Do you remember what happened next Solomon, she asked.” “Sure do. He sat down again. “I told you to stop kissing me, and to take that remark back, then I was about to hit you when your dad grabbed me by the back of my pants, and gave me a licking. Back then a community helped raise kids, not just their parents. He told me that a boy never hits a girl, ever. Solomon shook his head. I never forgot those words. He looked intently at her. “Gosh girl you’re beautiful. A long way from pigtails and glasses. Marissa smiled again, followed by a deep sigh of pain. Pg 15 “You look great too, more handsome,” she managed to mutter. “Hey, sorry, didn’t intend to make you do that again. “How is you dad anyway. Your folks still In Detroit?” Solomon noticed a sadness fill her eyes. “Folks still there, but haven’t seen them for awhile. Sometimes things happen. She fumbled with her hands, then looked away. Different views, opinions.” She turned her eyes back to Solomon. “Sorry about your wife’s passing.” Solomon hung his head down slightly, before answering. “Me too. Then he looked up at her. Flo was a good woman. “I followed your life Solomon, your marriage, your boxing career. She smiled warmly. You’ve made a great life for yourself and your daughter. Her name’s Lizzy, if I remember correctly.” Solomon smiled happily. “You really have done your homework on me haven’t you Marissa.” He suddenly saw what seemed to be a look of fear cross her face. As if she’d done something wrong. Pg 16 “Hey, I’m happy you did. I’m not upset at all. It will give me a chance to catch up with you, and for you to meet my daughter Lizzy. They had talked about everything, but avoided what he really wanted to talk about. “Okay, he said finally. Looking directly at her. I’ve enjoyed our walk down memory lane, but now I want some answers. What happened, who beat you up?” He waited, but she didn’t answer. She moved her eyes away from his direct gaze to the hall outside, then started to cry heavily. She was staring at something, or someone, and shaking like a leaf. He turned. There was activity going on with someone, and he could see security guards grabbing at a fellow who was trying to enter a room. It was her room. “Marissa, the guy yelled at the top of his voice.....you’d better get yourself out here now, or you’ll know what I’ll do to you later.” Solomon stood up quickly to see a tall, lanky guy dressed in an army jacket, tee shirt, and jeans, flinging his arms over his head struggling to get loose from the guards who were trying to restrain him. \ “Is that the guy?” He turned, asking Marissa, feeling the heat of anger rise inside him. Is he the one who beat you Marissa, he asked again” Pg 17 Solomon's waited but got no answer then he headed towards the door. “Please don't hurt Rick, Solomon, I love him, please don't hurt him. He didn’t mean it, it’s all my fault, I say things that upset him, it’s all my fault.” She collapsed back onto the bed. He stopped, turned, and walked swiftly back to her. “Okay, he said, just relax, take it easy on those ribs. I won’t say anything to him for now.” He sat down beside her again, as he watched three security guards lead the guy away. He’d let it go for now. She was to weak for anymore excitement. But, there would be a time to deal with Rick, and he would deal with him, for sure. Solomon looked down at her. Was this for real. Had he actually watched her try to go to him. A man who had beat her, and left her for dead. He had no understanding of that at all. He had heard that “love was blind,” but this was ridiculous. But, as he looked into her tear filled eyes he knew it was real, at least for her. Somehow, this guy had convinced her, that all that was wrong in their relationship was her doing, thus keeping her feeling guilty, and tied to him. Making her believe that no one could love her, but him. Well, he swallowed hard, that was Pg 18 all about to change. He was there now, and would be, for as long as she needed him. Lizzy was overjoyed when he helped Marissa into the car. Solomon had never seen Lizzy look at anyone like that, since her mother died. She leaned over the front seat, looking at her. Her little eyes wide with surprise, and a face full of questions about the strange lady. Questions he knew he would have to answer later for her, as well as for Bernice. “Lizzy, this is Marissa, he said softly, in a whisper, seeing Marissa was almost sleep. She’s a good friend of mine. She’ll be staying with us for awhile.” “She’s pretty,” Lizzy said leaning over the seat. “Yes, she is,” Solomon he replied., as he motioned for Lizzy to turn around, sit down, and fasten her seat belt. As they headed home, he glanced up into the mirror, he could see that she was definitely asleep now stretched out on the back seat, with the blankets he’d placed under her head. The hospital gift shop was a God sent. The clothes weren't her exact size, but fit well enough to go out in public. Rest was what she needed now to heal, and he would see to it that she got it. He would pick up some of her things later from her apartment himself, once she gave him her address. He figured Rick would Pg 19 probably be there waiting for her. And that’s exactly where he wanted him to be. By the time they reached home, Solomon had explained to Lizzy, but didn’t go into the real details as to why she was in the hospital. He didn’t want to lie to her. Just saying that she was his friend, who was hurt, and that God wanted him to help her. Lizzy seemed to accept that explanation, since he and Flo had always taught her to help people. As he reached the house, he knew that Bernice wasn’t going to be as easy as Lizzy. He loved her, but at times he just didn’t understand her. They went to the same church, listened to the same sermons that taught about Gods love and mercy, yet at times, she could be so cold to people when they needed help. He shook his head as they pulled up. He could see a note taped on the door. Helping Marissa from the car, and up the front steps, with Lizzy close beside him he reached for it. He would read it later. He recognized Bernice's hand writing, and just shoved it in his pocket. He had enough to handle at the moment, Bernice would have to wait. Tonight would be their night. He would take her to a nice elegant restaurant, then later a carriage ride through Dallas, get down on one knee, and ask her to be his wife. Once she accepted, he hoped she would Pg 20 understand why he had to help his friend Marissa, by bringing her home with him. Bernice definitely was beautiful, he watched her walked to his car in a slender red form fitting dress, matching heels, with her long black hair falling loosely on her shoulders. He felt his heart race at the sight of her, and knowing she would be his wife soon, made him happy. Sex before marriage had been an obstacle they had disagreed on numerous times. Bernice had been involved sexually with a man before him. So she naturally expected it to be the same with him. Oh, he wanted her, but in his heart he knew he had been raised to be a christian man of honor. He wanted to be a good father, and example for his daughter. Having Bernice in his bed, and not be his wife wasn’t something he wanted Lizzy to see. Bernice smiled as she got in next to him, leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then rested her head on his shoulder as he drove off. She looked happy, happier than he ever seen her. It was almost as if she knew that tonight was going to be a special night for the both of them, and dressed for the occasion. The Grill On The Alley was a great place to dine in Dallas. He had often taken business partners there for lunch. Great food, Pg 21 atmosphere, and a perfect place to pop the question, in a private room just for themselves. “How long have we been seeing each other Bernice, he asked, looking across the table at her as the moonlight reflected even more of her beauty. “Why Solomon, she smiled. You know it’s been a year,, but it feels like just yesterday that I looked across the table at the church potluck and saw you staring at me.” She giggled, then looked at him, with questioning eyes, continuing to eat her lobster salad. Solomon slowly got up, then walked by her chair, getting down on one knee, as he reached into his pocket pulling out the box that was there. He held it out to her. He could see the happiness on her face, and in her eyes. “Will you marry me Bernice, he said as he opened the tiny box, showing her what was inside. Bernice jumped up from the table. There was fire in her eyes. “Is this a joke Solomon Davis, she asked. Bringing me an empty box.?” Solomon quickly looked inside. Bernice was right, there was no ring, where was it? He had it earlier that morning on the table by his bed. Pg 22 Everyone was beginning to look into the room where they were, as he tried to give some explanation, but Bernice wasn’t listening. When he tried to grab her hand, to keep her from leaving, as he tried to explain that he had probably left it on the dresser that morning, when he was looking at it. She twirled around slapping him hard across the face. Solomon could hear all the oh’s and awe’s of the onlookers, just like he heard them when he was in the ring boxing, and received a hard blow. “I don’t know why I expected anything more, Bernice shouted at him, as she threw her napkin, and a glass of red wine in his face. “You are just a waste of my time Solomon, an easy mark, you have to help everyone.” Solomon stood frozen. What had just happened. He watched her rush out of the room, through the restaurant, and to a waiting taxi on the curb. Everyone was still looking, but their faces showed sadness for what had just happened to him. He sat silent, alone at the table. Slowly he tried to understand it all. The missing ring, Bernice’s reaction, and her saying he was just a waste of her time, a do gooder, who had to help everyone. Exactly what did she mean by that, he questioned. Paying the bill he walked out of the Pg 23 restaurant, his suit stained with red wine, and knowing everyone’s conversation tonight, would be about him, and headed home. It wasn’t just the ring she was upset about, it was everything in his life. She’d held it all in until now. Now he knew her true feeling about his mission in life, and she liked none of it, including his daughter Lizzy. It it was up to her, she’d send Lizzy away, and change him to be what she wanted him to be. Bernice wasn’t the woman he thought she was, and she definitely wasn’t the woman for him. He loved her, but he’d get over it. He’d been alone before, and it wasn’t so bad, as long as he had his daughter. Her happiness came before his. The lights in his house were off when he drove into the driveway. It was still hard for him to believe what had happened with Bernice. He was glad Lizzy was asleep, and assumed Marissa was too. He didn’t want to answer any questions, just be alone, and turn it all over again in his mind, and find that ring. The jeweler had said if the lady wasn’t pleased, he could return it for another style. He didn’t need another style, just needed that ten thousand dollars taken off his credit card. Putting his key in the lock, he opened the door quietly, tipped in and walked to the sofa and sat down. Pg 24 Suddenly, his senses, still sharp as ever, told him that he was not alone. He looked up. There stood Marissa holding a cup of hot chocolate in her hands. And, he saw something else that totally shocked him completely. On her third finger, left hand was the ring he had bought for Bernice. “Marissa, he said surprised, what are you doing out of bed, and where did you get that ring?” He reached over lifting her hand to his shocked eyes. She backed away quickly. He could see that his tone was a bit scary to her. After all she had been through, he completely understood. “He calmed himself down and walked closer to her. “I didn’t mean to sound harsh, but where did you get it, he asked again, his eyes looking into hers. “Lizzy gave it to me tonight, she replied in a shaky voice, Lizzy said it was a toy ring, and maybe it would make me smile, and not cry so much. What did I do wrong Solomon, I’m always doing, or saying something wrong...Rick is right...I do nothing but mess up other peoples lives.” She started to cry, then collapsed down onto the sofa. Solomon rushed to her and sat down beside her. Pg 25 “You didn’t do anything wrong Marissa, he said taking her hand in his. He started to laugh softly. The whole situation was beginning to seem funny to him now in retrospect. Marissa looked at him. “Why are you laughing, she questioned, looking confused. Tonight, I asked Bernice to marry me.” “Oh, that’s wonderful Solomon, Marissa began to smile. So you two are getting married, when?” She searched his face, waiting for an answer. Solomon shook his head. “Not exactly. He leaned back against the sofa cushion. Took her to a great restaurant, The Grill On The Alley, ordered a gourmet lobster dinner, red wine, then got down on one knee and asked her to be my wife. I opened the box for her to see the beautiful ten thousand dollar diamond inside, but the box was empty. Bernice kicked a stink in the restaurant, and to just cut to the chase, she walked out, but not before she threw red wine on me, and slapped me hard in front of everyone, then preceded to telling me how she really felt about me.” Marissa looked surprised. “But, Where, what happened to the ring?” Solomon sat up, reached over lifting her hand up, as he pointed to the ring on her finger. Pg 26 He could see the look of horror on Marissa’s face’ “Oh, she gulped, no, looking at the ring on her finger. I didn’t know Solomon, here.” She made an attempt to pull it off, but it didn’t budge. The more she twisted it, the tighter it felt on her finger. “Stop, stop, he said, gently grabbing her hand. Your fingers are swollen, once the selling goes down it’ll come off easily. At least I know where it is now” he laughed softly “I’ve made such a mess of everything, I’m so sorry.” She looked up into his eyes. Solomon smiled warmly. Marissa was definitely beautiful on the eyes, but more so she had a good heart, and his daughter had bonded with her. “Nothing that has happened is your fault Marissa.” He patted the sofa cushion for her to move closer to him. “Can you talk to her, maybe....” Solomon shook his head again, as he pulled her close. She wants me to send Lizzy away. Can’t, and won’t do that.” Marissa frowned. “Lizzy’s a wonderful child, who wouldn’t love her. You’ll find the right woman one day Solomon, she said snuggling closer to him, and she’ll become your bride. She voice became soft, Pg 27 as she began to drift off to sleep. Solomon’s Bride, she mumbled, that sounds nice.” Yes, it did sound nice he thought, as he looked down at the woman now in his arms, and felt the warmth of her body against his. The woman who wanted to marry him when she was eight years old. They both had some obstacles to get through, still, but Bernice was behind him now. God had kept him from a big mistake, and God would keep Marissa from making a big mistake too, with Rick. He knew beyond any doubt, that Marissa was who he wanted in his, and Lizzy’s life. Marissa would come to realize that in time, just by him being there for her. They were meant to be together. And one day he would get down on one knee, and ask her that all important question.... to be Solomon’s Bride. The End This song says it well. We all bleed, hurt, and think the hurt will never pass, but like the song says "It all gets better with time" https://youtu.be/qSxyffSB7wA

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