It's today.

Or, at least, it was supposed to be today.

Our wedding day.

I remember when you got down on one knee and asked me the question. We were alone in the rooftop garden. Cliché, I know, but my kind of cliché and you knew that. I remember that feeling that spread throughout my whole being, that feeling of utter bliss and joy and warmth and love.

I remember the tears in my eyes, and saying 'yes', and the feel of your lips smiling through the kiss.

We were so happy.

At that exact moment. We were the happiest we ever was.

And today was supposed to be that beautiful, magical day.

But, of course, because my reckless actions, that's never going to happen.