After laying Tristan down for his nap, I decided to go up in the attic to look for one of my medical books. I needed to check on a condition that one of my patients has.
I walked to the end of the hall, and climbed up the flight of stairs that led to the attic. There were boxes everywhere, lots of dust, and icky spider webs. I made my way through to the middle of the room, and saw a box that caught my attention.
The box was labeled “Backstreet Boys” and was decorated with little red hearts. I smiled and leaned down to unfold the flaps to peer inside. I saw magazines, some t-shirts, pictures, CDs, and my scrapbook that I had made when I was 15. I sat down and pulled the box closer to me. I was very intrigued by the contents that this old worn out box held. I flipped through my scrapbook that held so many memories of Shay and I going to the Backstreet Boys concerts. I put that aside and looked at all the CDs of theirs that I had. I laughed a bit to myself when I thought about how much I was obsessed with them. Then, I saw one of the t-shirts with them on it that I had bought at a concert.
“I wonder what Nick would do if he saw me in this…” I thought out loud, smiling at the idea.
I quickly slipped the shirt on to see if it still fit. Then, I looked into this old stand up mirror that my aunt had given me for a wedding present. When I saw myself, I didn’t see my 26 year old image, but instead I saw a 16 year old girl with her sunny blonde hair swept up into a ponytail, her blue eyes sparkling with delight, standing there in her Backstreet Boys t-shirt with all of the innocence of a young child. The feeling of déjà vu swam through my head again when I looked in the mirror. Finally, I turned away from the mirror and suddenly tripped over a box and fell down.
“Ow!!” I exclaimed, looking down at my arm that I had just scraped.
I looked at the box I had just fallen over and opened it up. Inside I found my wedding album…filled with pictures, joy, and happiness of that momentous event in my life. What I didn’t know that day was that only two short years later, that the love of my life would cheat on me with another woman. I carefully flipped through the pages of Craig’s wedding album and mine. The tears welled up in my eyes and then rolled rapidly over my cheeks as I looked at the pictures of us saying our vows, exchanging rings, kissing for the first time as man and wife, feeding each other cake, and of us departing in our white limo to start our life together. I layed the scrapbook back into the box and pulled my knees to my chest and started sobbing uncontrollably. I hushed myself for a moment because I thought I heard something. I stood up and crept quietly to the edge of the stairs to listen. There was a knock at my door…
