I never imagined my wedding day like this—standing in a white dress, mascara streaked by tears, as thunder rolled overhead.
As a girl, I dreamed of golden sunlight, flowers, and the man of my dreams waiting for me. Instead, an hour before the ceremony, a message arrived: “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.” And just like that, he was gone.
Guests whispered, the music stopped, and I stepped outside into the rain. The sky seemed to cry with me.
But in that storm, I felt something shift. Maybe this day wasn’t about losing him—it was about finding myself. Hurt, yes. But unbroken.
This wasn’t the story I dreamed of… but maybe it’s the one that will make me whole.
