1st year

D-day

I know where I'm supposed to be. I know I'm supposed to be at the church marrying love.

Truth is. I haven't spoken to her in months. After graduation and my career skyrocketing we stopped talking.

Well I did. She didn't. For 6 months after the last time I spoke to her she still sent texts, missed video chats, and phone calls. I always read the texts and listened to her voicemail.

Each one got progressively worried for me. She would always say the only reason she knew I was alive was because she would see me in a magazine and or on a billboard near her studio in NYC.

Then I received that last phone call. That last voicemail broke me. It shattered me. She was crying and had been crying. Her voice was hoarse. She broke up with me on a voicemail. She said she only did it this way because she couldnt get a hold of me and didn't know where I was so she could come see me.

My heart left my body that night as I sat in my penthouse in England listening to that voicemail again and again. I had done this. I had broken every promise I made that girl.

I never wanted to be that man that broke her heart.