I always thought I was going to end up marrying Lucy, the
woman I loved with my entire existence. Unfortunately, the woman staring back
at me, readying to say our vows wasn’t the blue-eyed woman I loved. She was the
woman who was chasing after my best friend, but we somehow ended up on the damn
altar in a church in Madrid.
Lucy gave up on me you see. Love and hate were both shone in
her eyes when she pleaded for me to cancel this farcical union. All I needed
was for her to say it—for her to tell me
that she loved me. But what did she do? She walked away…for the second time.
That truly gutted me. I knew then that she would never
choose me, nor would she fight for me—or for the love we once so profoundly
shared.
But seeing her again in Rome months later twisted me inside
out, because time didn’t make my feelings ebb away. In fact, it was rotting in
me, slowly poisoning everything I once cherished, loved and believed.
Could I risk myself again? Or should I just let bygones be
bygones and walk away just as she had done?
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