“I promise to make you laugh every day for the rest of our lives”
“I promise I’ll put you ahead of myself and my problems”
“I promise I’ll treat you like a princess with a castle up in the heavens”
“I promise to love and cherish you till the end of time”
The vows were read, the champagne was finished, and the cheer lasted longer than the drive back home. They were married. Best friends for 6 years, in love for 3 and now married for the rest of their lives. They knew the commitment; they knew this was their first and their last. This was what they wanted from the first time they ever saw each other. They said such a long relationship is a testament to their love, now marriage would be a breeze. Happy, and drunk in love, they embraced this next phase of life, hungry for the joy it’ll bring.
Two weeks into this new phase, she sits on the beach alone, watching the water wash away her castle. The sands of time were locking her in this world of despair and loneliness. She watched as the unsigned pre-nuptial was being washed away, the ink smudging the paper and her future. Promises of a lifetime lost in the terms of modernity, love was in the fine print.