[ WP ] It 's the day of your marriage . You meet a stranger on your way to the church when you realize that it 's her . You one , true soul mate .

And suddenly I could see it. The private moments we shared. The hidden smiles. The peace. The joy. I knew she was the one. 
 
 I could see how our life together would be. I would simply vanish with her - run away from this place. There would be no vows, no wedding. There didn ’ t need to be promises made, because even the unsaid would always be held true. 
 
 I could see our eventual house. Our eventual children. Our eventual bliss. 
 
 I could see us remaining energetic into our old age. Dancing like time had no effect on us late into the night until it finally held us in its grasp and we - in turn - held each other in ours. 
 
 But then I saw her hand. The sign of a promise already made. A promise I was about to make. A promise I was about to break. 
 
 I saw the shattered lives we would leave behind us. How a man had claimed to love her and had simply vanished. How a wife had disappeared from her husband. 
 
 I saw children who would never know their grandparents because their parents were too ashamed to go back to the lives they ’ d fled. I saw a house far away from our families, our friends, and anyone we had known before. 
 
 I saw a lonely old man and woman who loved each other deeply, but missed all that they had abandoned. 
 
 And as I said my vows, I thought about the fact that some days I might regret this decision terribly. 
 
 And some days I would simply remember this as the happiest day of my life.
