A Promise He'll Never Keep
"There, there, babe. We're getting married sooner or later. There's no need for you to care so much about a mere object, is there?"
I looked up at him, quietly asking, "Tell me, then—when are we getting married?"
The smile on Douglas's face stiffened slightly at my question. He quickly recovered, his voice carrying a perfunctory tone as he said, "There's no rush. The reason I say that is because I want to give you the most perfect wedding in the world. Good things are always worth the wait."
He wanted me to wait. Again.
It had already been six years. Every year, he promised we'd get married. Year after year, I waited in full anticipation, only to be disappointed every time.