I had dated Edwin for seven years. Just before we were about to get married, his first love returned. On the day I was trying on my wedding dress, I caught a glimpse of Edwin’s phone lighting up with a message. [Edwin, you loved me for six years. Now that I’m back, will you give up everything and start over with me?] His response was swift. [I will.] For a moment, it felt as if the world around me froze, the chill seeping into my bones. Did my seven years of companionship really pale in comparison to that woman’s presence?
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