One Day, I'm Going to Marry You
I remember him as just a friend, someone I could talk to. He was always there, always at my beck and call, especially in times of misery. By this time yesterday, Harold was just that: a friend who loved me from afar. He followed me through the school halls, ensuring my safety. Because of him, most guys were too scared to speak to me, assuming I was already taken. But no matter what they thought, I felt safe with him around. "One day, I'm going to marry you," he would always say. And I would laugh, teasing him, "You’re not okay." But one night, on Valentine’s Day, beneath a sky littered with stars, he pulled out a ring. My laughter died in my throat as he took my hand and slipped it onto my finger. I stood there, speechless, as he repeated the words: "One day, I’m going to marry you." And although it felt like a joke at the time, it remains the most unforgettable Valentine’s Day of my life. Then I met Oliver, another man who never gave up on what he w...