*Flashback*
"I don't know I guess I've always imagined it to be a little more... special."
I was never really a kid who cared much about my wedding day or the dress I would want to wear on the day but that doesn't mean I didn't want the day to be great. It doesn't mean I didn't want the day to be so amazing I would want to tell my great-grandkids about it.
"You know I can't love." He says to me as he packs up the things he needs to go to the office, further breaking my heart.
I take a breath to calm myself down and then make my way to the kitchen where he follows me not long after.
We sit in silence as we relish the omelet meal I made for us. My mind is racing but his isn't, because as always - the thing that means everything to me means nothing to him. He's sitting reading the business section of the newspaper that's hiding half his figure. I know it's not purposeful but that doesn't stop me from being irritated.
Not because of the newspaper of course. I'm irritated because he's bein
