We were gonna be a family.

We had everything planned out. It was all perfect. Like a fairytale, a dream.

People say that fairytales don’t exist, but at that time I could’ve proved them wrong. I could’ve told them my life story, and then they would have to believe in fairytales. How could they not?

We’re close to date now.

A few weeks ago, she had told me that her friend who was getting married was inviting mean and her for a double date with her fiancé. I hadn’t met her friends yet, and I thought that it was a good thing to do since they seemed so important to her. Her friends had planned their marriage to take place a week after we were gonna have dinner.

So, we went. She said that it was nothing too formal, mainly a casual dinner out. We went out to this bistro type place, where we had a table outside. It was nice, romantic. There were candles, and from the table we had, all you could see were the city lights in a beautiful fashion.

Her friends had finally arrived a little while later, and I got to meet two very nice people. He was quite charming, and he really was funny. She was a very polite and bashful person, quiet, but beautiful nonetheless. They talked about their wedding which was taking place the following week, and I talked about the plans that she and I had for the future.

She was eerily quiet throughout the whole thing though, not at all like I had originally thought her to be. At the time, I thought she would be bouncing off the walls in excitement at me finally meeting her friends. I was worried for a second, but she kept assuring me she was fine, so I had let it slide.

The couple really was nice, thought something had seemed off. Just from looking at them, I could tell that they weren’t in love. Not like me, I thought. They seemed to be very good to each other, but it just seemed off. Then, I somewhat recalled a story that she had told me about her friend being pressured by her mom to marry someone she didn’t love, and who didn’t love her back.