Eight Years to a Dead End, One Week to "I Do"
Language: en
We got together when I was 18. At 22, I followed him all the way to New York City. But in the end, all I got for my devotion was a casual, "I never planned to marry her, don't make a big deal out of it." Eight years of love led to absolutely nothing, so I chose to walk away. I was gone for three years. The day I returned to the city, his friends asked me: "It's been three years. You guys must have made up by now, right?" They all thought I came back to beg for a reconciliation. Little did they know, I came back to get married to someone else.