The Runaway Groom
Ten years wasted, seven years of disillusionment—I hadn't escaped any of it.
Gaius and I met at a college social event. He was tall, cheerful, and exactly my type.
From then on, I couldn't stop myself. To chase him, I even gave up an exchange program and stayed in the country. I visited his college whenever I had free time, staging "coincidences" until, on the ninth try, he finally agreed—reluctantly—to give us a shot.
Later, it was me who suggested we register our marriage. I never thought that because I pursued him first, our love was cheapened.