I had seen a photo on Sharon’s desk—a birthday picture of her and Mark. Every year on his birthday, he would leave and tell me it was his one day to escape and clear his mind. I would wait until after 6 a.m. the next day to send him a birthday message.
I finally realized it was not about clearing his mind but about spending his birthday with the person he wanted to be with.
I went back to Andy’s place with my stuff. He excitedly asked what kind of wedding dress I wanted.
As I lay on the bed, I suddenly remembered a moment back when I was in love with Mark. I had asked him if he would marry me and whether I should get my wedding dress custom-made in advance. Mark promised to marry me after his company had stabilized. I had yet to receive his proposal even after three
