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Show Me What Love Feels Like Ch. 27
Sorry the last chapter sucked and that I haven't written anything in a long time, but I am going to make up for that. This is the last chapter. Enjoy! --------------------------------------------------------------- My breath had shortened when Stanley proposed to me? He wanted me to be his wife. His soulmate forever. He wanted me to be the sugar in his coffee, the apple of his eye, the sun that he lives by everyday, the oxygen he breathes. He wanted me to be his everything, and he wanted to be my everything, but the truth was that he wasn't my everything... Michael was...but I loved Stanley with a burning passion. And I was starting to feel that Michael was ancient history...and that it was healthier to conclude my contact with him and move on. Stanley was so good to me, and I knew that my life would be happier with him. "Please...say something..." Stanley pleaded as I found it hard to say anything. My words were restrained. "Y-Yes..." I finally breathed out an answer. Stanley shouted in victory as he lifted me into his arms like how he would on the wedding day. ............. Seven months had passed since Stanley had popped the big question. Since then we were planning and the planning had been quite stressful, but we had managed to finish the planning, and our wedding was fully set. We were planning to get married on June 18, 2001 in San Diego, and our honeymoon would take place in San Lucas, Mexico, closer to where his family lived. I had met his family right after Stanley had proposed. Immediately after the proposal, we had driven to Mexico to meet them. His family was so loving, so warm, and so generous, except his father. His father seemed to be cold, similar to Michael's father. I recall the eerie similarities between Stanley and Michael's family. Sweet loving families, adorable mothers, but mean fathers. And like Michael, Stanley had a lot of siblings. Both of the families treated me like I was at home and they appreciated me being a welcomed guest. The day of the wedding, I sat on the limo seat, rocking back in forth with such anxiety, as my to-be sister-in-law, Maria, was trying to comfort me. "Are you alright, chica? You're about to sweat your make-up off." "I-I'm ok...I'm just a little nervous," I said, diddling with my fingers so harshly, the polish on my acrylic fingernails were about to chip off. "Don't be nervous. Today is going to be a good day. I promise." Maria said with a positive smile. I tried to take some of her positivity, but overall, my head was full of negative thoughts. I loved Stanley but he wasn't in my heart. Michael was the only thing that my heart needed. I wished that I would be walking to Michael from the aisle instead of Stanley. My head was saying "Stanley" but my heart was saying "Michael." Once everything became set and when the guests arrived, it was time to walk. David was the one who walked me down the aisle, since my father and my brothers were dead, and I certainly wasn't going to let my stepfather do it, so I asked my best friend. "Nervous?" David asked as we both stood in front of the doors that introduced us into the wedding. "Hell yes," I said expressively, while laughing. "Don't be nervous, sweetie. Be happy. You're gonna have someone who loves you the most lift up your veil, and once he lifts up your veil, the world will fall back into place." David had said those words with such sincerity. It had made me cry. "Thanks, David. Without you, I don't know where I would be." I quickly lifted my veil and I leaned into his face to slowly kiss his cheek. The kiss was filled with such gratitude. "I love you, David," I said as put the veil back on my face. "Love you too, girl," he said, with the widest smile he had ever given. He took my arm and then the door slowly opened. The room was all white and the theme of the wedding was heaven and angels. It was absolutely beautiful. Everyone was dressed in white, two women playing the harp were dressed as angels, there were white roses that were thrown onto the white carpet by the flower girl, and I looked at Stanley as I approached next to him. He turned and even from my veil, I saw the man who was on top of the world. Just as he was about to reach to lift up my veil, we were interrupted with-- "STOP! STOP THE MUSIC!" Everyone gasped and turned their head, including Stanley and myself. It was Michael. What was he doing there? "Stop everything!" Michael said as he walked down the aisle. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Stanley yelled with such anger. "I'm here to stop all of this." Michael answered. Stanley was so enraged, he stormed to Michael's direction, about to lay a hand on him, but I had stopped him just in time. "Stanley, stop it! Michael, why are you here?" "Misty, I love you. And I just can't take another man calling you his wife. I want to to leave him and marry me right here, right now." The crowd gasped again. "What?" I said in disbelief. "Misty," Michael said deeply as he bent down on one knee, "From the first time I saw you, I just knew that you were my mission. It was my mission to be with you. It was my duty to have you as my wife. Those years were the best years of my life. I felt so loved. I had never felt so loved by a woman in all of my life. God really did me a favor because he introduced me to you. You are a diamond, and I think you'll shine the best if you have me on your finger. Your lips, your smile, your eyes, and your sweet voice was the reason that I would even want to be alive. Please marry me, I love you." Just after he said that, he opened the jewel box and exposed a gorgeous diamond ring that made the whole crowd gasp. "Michael..." "Please, honey, let me love you forever." His touch felt so pleasing. His eyes showed so much proof that he wanted to win me as a wife. He made me feel so completed. I just knew what I would say. I had turned to Stanley with tears soaking my eyes because I knew that he would be devastated. "Stanley...you know I love you...but...I can't marry you." The crowd again dramatically gasped. "What?" "Stanley...I can't lie to you anymore. I don't love you as much as I love Michael. I can't help with who I love. I don't feel that it's fair to lie to you any longer...I'm sorry.." Stanley didn't say anything. He just had his head down in despair. I slowly slipped his ring off of my finger and handed it to him. He simply just walked away, completely silent. It broke my heart to see him hurt, but I knew what I wanted. Michael was my love and I was choosing what was right for me. "Michael...yes. I will marry you." ....................... From there, Michael Joseph Jackson, and I, Tansiha Lynette "Misty" Ravens, had become husband and wife by California law. A year later, we had a son together, whom we called "Blanket." He was Michael's third child and my first born. Michael and I raised all three children together and we lived as a happy family. So, that was the whole history of Michael and I. Even though we had had our rollercoaster moments, overall, those dynamic moments made us stronger, and we were truly a couple from God..... THE END!! <3 Hoped you guys enjoyed it!! :)
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