Only she remembered what happened on her wedding day. It was all like a dream, well really a nightmare with what happened. It’s been a long journey to get to the surface, to emerge from the depths of her despair. She couldn’t understand why those who were standing right next to her didn’t remember anything that happened. In fact for them it never happened. She was starting to think that she was going crazy. She felt so sure that it had happened but there was no proof no pictures from the photographer that she’d so carefully picked, as far as he was concerned he’s never had a conversation with her before. In the beginning she was so insistent about what had happened that her family almost sent her to a facility. After a while she thought “If everything is as it was before it all happened then shouldn’t he still be here? Oh how my heart aches as if he no longer here.” She was so confused as to why her love, her Prince Charming was missing but even with how much her heart ached she just knew with every fiber of her being that he was out there, somewhere. Stuck but still her one true love.


One Year Ago

“I can walk the path I know I will endure and I know that with every trial it will all be worth my while if I will go anywhere to do God’s work and with a smile on my face I will go and do His will.” I love this last line of the song, I think, it’s such a powerful message and it always reminds me of Go the Distance from Hercules even though the melody is completely different. I can’t wait for Sacrament Meeting and 2nd hour to over though, I’m hungry and the linger longer is today. I hope everyone likes the chocolate peppermint cake I made using an old family recipe. You see I was very nervous about doing my first musical number in the YSA (Young Single Adult) ward since I was also new to the ward. I’m always in amazement when I get through playing or singing a song that it sounds good or nobody else notices the mistakes I know I made. It’s Sunday School week which means we’re with the men and that can sometimes be good. Sometimes there’s a cute guy. People are still moving in since the school year hasn’t started yet so I’m still hoping that a few more cute guys will move in. We sing my 2nd favorite hymn as the closing song for Sacrament Meeting This Little Light of Mine.

I’m still humming it as I sit down and get ready for Sunday school and since I’m not use to anyone really sitting next to me since I’m still on the newer side and there aren’t hat many people in the ward yet since school hasn’t started it comes as a shock when a new guy in the ward that I somehow didn’t notice while I was doing my musical number asks if he can sit next to me. As I look up, I freeze for a couple of seconds. He’s so handsome. More than cute he’s mature so he’s handsome. I come back to my senses and say “of course you can nobody else is sitting here.” “I really enjoyed your musical number today. It reminded a little bit of I Can Go the Distance and I will Go and Do. I’m Moroni by the way and your name is Hannah, right? Since there’s no programs I wanted to make sure that I remembered your name,” he said. “You remembered correctly,” I say. My heart was pounding, a guy was showing interest in me he made sure to remember my name. I’ve never had that before. I’ve never even been on a date before and I knew with some of my opinions that I had no problem sharing that it made a lot of guys not want to date me, but this was a chance to be more careful and while I wouldn’t reveal everything at once I actually had a chance with the guy.

“I also think of those songs every time I play it and sing it. That happens a lot actually where I correlate songs with what we’re reading in the scriptures or just in normal everyday conversations like every time someone says Be Prepared I instantly start to sing the song in my head from The Lion King or even out loud sometimes depending on who I’m with.” I kind of cringe in my head. That felt like way to much talking compared to him but it was a habit I didn’t know how to brake since being homeschooled I didn’t have too many people outside of my immediate family every time someone else would talk to me I would kind of ramble because I was always afraid that I wouldn’t get to talk to them again that they wouldn’t want to talk to me if I didn’t share something interesting about me but I also wouldn’t want to take too long so the more nervous I got that faster I talked.

“I also tend to correlate songs to what is happening around me”, he says, “It really annoys my family when I randomly break out into song in the middle of a conversation just because something said reminds me of a song.” “That’s hilarious”, I say, “I mostly only sing when I’m in the car or while I’m washing the dishes. There’s just something about listening to music while doing mundane tasks that makes it go so much faster.” “Seriously”, he says, “I don’t think I could get through my hardest practices without some good hype music.” “Okay let me make a guess here, either you play and instrument or you do theater or both and by saying practice instead of rehearsal I’m guessing you also play a sport?”, I ask. “Wow that was some good deducting there for the sports thing. Most people don’t catch that. I guess the musical stuff is pretty easy to guess.” “Yes the musical part wasn’t hard to guess. Which sport do you play and do you play an instrument and do theater?” “I play the guitar and I do theater. I do multiple sports actually. I play basketball, soccer, and I swim. I do meets and artistic swimming.” “That’s a lot”, I say, “Please tell me though that you don’t just mostly do country music with your guitar, I like some of it but too much of it drives me nuts ya know?” “You don’t have to worry”, he says, I do have some good country ones up my sleave like Achy Breaky Heart but I also love to do slow songs like Perfect by Ed Sheeran.” “No way”, I say getting super excited, “Perfect is my favorite slow song for dances.” “Really? I-”

“Ummhmmm”. The Sunday school teacher. Of course, I completely forget that I’m in church. “Sorry”, we say in unison. I can’t seem to focus on the lesson anymore. He plays sports and does theater and sings. He’s literally everything I want in a husband. Well at least from what I can tell from our short conversation. I feel like he’s almost too perfect, like there just has to be something wrong that will feel repulsive to me.  At the same time though my heart flutters. Now that I think about it I’m pretty sure it skipped a beat at one point. I come back to the present for a moment just in time to hear the teacher say a scripture they would like us to go to and have someone read. I pull out my mini version and quickly find the scripture and say I have it, but I hear another voice at the same time as mine and realize that Moroni is also there and even better he has mini scriptures as well. He’s not using his phone! I immediately fall in love with that. It feels far and few between when someone other than me uses physical scriptures anymore. It’s always been faster for me than waiting for my phone to load. Plus in my head I make like it’s a little competition that nobody else knows about that I will always win since I’m almost always at least 30 seconds faster than everyone else. “Go ahead”, he says politely with a smile, “I can tell you really want to”