I never imagined being a bride like this—standing alone in a white dress, mascara running down my cheeks, as thunder rolled across the sky.
As a little girl, I pictured my wedding under golden sunlight, surrounded by laughter, flowers, and the man of my dreams waiting at the altar. But life doesn’t always follow the fairytales we write in our minds.
This morning, everything seemed perfect. My dress fit like a dream, my bouquet smelled like summer, and I was ready to walk toward forever. But forever had other plans. Just an hour before the ceremony, I received a message: “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”
He left.