My head remained leaning against the heavy, cool wood of the door as I tried to compose myself. I was a trembling mess. This was not how I had anticipated meeting my moonlit figure in white to turn out. I had waited so long for her. Had so many thoughts of what she would be like. how our first meeting would go, and how we would get along. I think in my own mind, I had always known I would find her one way or another, but I had never expected it to be so difficult. Maybe I had been a fool. A romantic fool.
Even my family seemed against the whole marriage idea. What was I to do? The more I thought of it, the more it felt like Grace wasn't all that keen on marriage either. Or maybe it was just me she was not all too keen upon.
