The Fiancé Dilemma

by Elena Armas

“There’s a ring on your finger. I don’t care about the specifics, for all practical purposes, it means we’re a team. We handle shit together. I don’t care if you can do it on your own. You shouldn’t have to.”

“Maybe I would help any stranger. But it’s you I’m going this far for. It’s you. Josie.”

“Beautiful things shouldn’t be boxed. It eventually dims their light.”

MATTHEW: You’re important. MATTHEW: You have me. MATTHEW: And there’s nothing about you I want to fix. MATTHEW: There’s nothing about you that needs fixing.

MATTHEW: It doesn’t to me. The only thing that matters right now is you.

“It was his dream to get married in a place like that.” “His dream should have been getting married to you.”

“The first time I heard about Josie was through a text.” I turned my head to look at him, finding his gaze on me. “It was from Adalyn, and it read: I think I’ve just met your soul mate.” Something in the middle of my chest bucked. Soul mate. Adalyn laughed from her seat. “I’d forgotten about that.” “I haven’t,” Matthew said, his eyes still on me. “Do you remember what I texted back, Ads?” There was a strange pause, and then Adalyn said in a soft, baffled voice, “You asked for a picture. Of your future wife.”