Scar
She said yes. How was it that this incredible woman had agreed to marry a man like me? Was it fate or something else entirely? Whatever it was, I was happy to have it come into my life. Because of Constance, I’ve changed into a better man, a man worth living for instead of some f****d up man living alone and miserable.
To be honest, I’m not sure why I even asked her to marry me at that exact moment. Sure, for a while now, I could see a future with her, but I knew she would never agree to marry me without her parent’s approval. Maybe my subconscious felt like one parent was better than having none. But I think what changed it all was when she thought I would abandon her again as if I were running away. I would never walk away from her again, and the only way to prove that was to make
