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We promised eternity and announced our engagement. I truly loved her. I loved her more than my own life. That day was supposed to be the best day of my life. Dressed in fine clothes, surrounded by good people, holding the hand of the woman more beautiful than anyone in the world, pledging our vows and beginning our happiness. That is how that day should have been. I stood at the altar. I waited for the bride. With a fluttering heart. Oh, how beautiful she would look in that pure white dress. I waited for the bride. Once she came out, we would stand before the officiant and commit to a new life together. I waited for the bride. . . . I waited for the bride. I waited for the bride. People began to murmur. It was fine. I didn't mind. I was just a little worried about her. Had something happened? I waited for the bride. Amidst the whispering voices, I heard talk that the bride had fled. It was fine. That couldn't be true. Only yesterday, we were laughing together while planning today's ceremony. I waited for the bride. Someone approached and said the bride had vanished from the waiting room. They said there was a letter. It was fine. I didn't believe them. I only believed in my one and only noble ally, my bride. I waited for the bride. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled. It was my mother. Wiping away tears, she told me the sun had already set and that I must come out now. What did that mean? How could the wedding end when the bride wasn't here? I waited for the bride. [To my old friend, Rowen] I am sorry. I have done something I should never have done to you. There is someone I love. I hope you do not suffer for long. It was a short letter. I don't know how many times I read it. The handwriting of my beloved bride that I had seen thousands of times. The way my beloved bride spoke. . . . She left me. Truly.