Imagine being kissed by someone you don't love; it's quite a strange sensation, isn't it? Surprisingly, I didn't have to go searching for my runaway bride - she just hopped into my car, completely unaware that I was the very person she was trying to escape. It's almost comical how easily I could have caught her, but I really don't enjoy chasing after women. Despite her unintentional hurtful words about me during our encounter, I assure you, I have no ill intentions towards Ruby. Eventually, she'll come to understand that what she said wasn't true. I'm not like my parents, but circumstances have led me to this point. We're meant to be married - she's eighteen, just three years younger than me, and this whirlwind began roughly a month ago.
