When I Was Yours
“Marry me.â€<br />“What?†I stared back at him, unblinking.<br />He moved closer, taking my face in his hands. “I love you, Evie. I look into the future, and the only thing I see clearly is you. Marry me.â€<br /><br />What’s an eighteen-year-old girl who was madly in love with her nineteen-year-old boyfriend say? <br /><br />Of course, I said yes.<br /><br />Twenty-four hours later, I married Adam Gunner at a Vegas chapel to the sounds of “Livin’ on a Prayer†by Bon Jovi. Not the best omen. I get that now.<br /><br />Then, exactly one week later, I left him. I walked out, leaving behind my wedding ring, annulment papers, and my heart, and he never knew why. <br /><br />I haven’t seen him since. Not in ten long years.<br /><br />Now, he’s here, standing before me. Looking at me with nothing but hurt and hatred in his eyes, he wants answers. <br /><br />Answers I can’t give.