The Rejected Bride
“and l……. I….. will always love youuuuuuuu”
By the time the song is done playing, tears are streaming down my face.
Tears of pure, unabashed, unadulterated love.“My sweetness,” comes Jacobi’s voice, prompting even more tears from me. “I have dreamt of this day, counted down to this day. I have looked forward to the day when we could finally be together…properly.”
“When are you coming back, Naeto?” I ask, tears still pouring down my face. “When are you coming back to Boston?”