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The Prologue.
"Yes, Jonathon. I do not want something more in the world and then get married!"
I grin as we enter a kiss. I could never leave this man. It is so wonderful for me, he loves me so much. I do not know how you could never leave her beloved. It is what I saw.
It is number one in my heart, brain, lungs, mind, my everything, so it's a tragedy that his first love is probably not me.
Jonathon first love is sailing, he has been since the day his father took him on a trip to the shallot, my hometown. Farther than the shallot, the river leads to Big Blue in the Pacific. Jonathon is out of the ocean a few times with his father. For its first voyage with shallots, Jonathon was a little boy of seven years, lost without a mother, and deeply loved by his father.
However, he still needs someone to truly love, to understand.
I loved him since we met, and I understand perfectly.
But not as well as the sail, he could live on the shore, he could spend every minute of his life. I suppose it must be prepared to spend the rest of his life with me, as he has just proposed to me. But did he really sincerely love me?
I guess I'll never know.




























Abandonment.
It is a sad when the person you want to spend the rest of your life leaves you breathless at the altar.
It's even sadder when they navigate away from you.
It's even sadder when they are on your own boat.

"I wonder where the bride came in!"
"Poor boy, you saw how he looked?
"Yes I have seen, love is true!"
"How could she refuse?
Whispers of Gossip breaks my heart fill my head I'm out of the room I ever see her again? My heart is driving my legs, the muscles seem to be unnecessary to find Amelia, the love of my life. I have tried wherever possible in the church, but it is a party. Forever? I do not know.

I am in the gardens of ball-shaped church, overlooking the river in town, the river shall. Boat cover at least a mile of water, two of them being mine. I punch hard floor, then scrunched my eyes to keep away the tears. I can not believe what was happening. Where did I go? Why not love Amelia? I slowly began to open my eyes I hear a boat drifting by. With a squint, the boat looks recognizable, probably a friend or family. I have no effort to try to go well so I ignore it, who cares? What is something in my life without question Amelia? I turned flat on his back, watching the sky. The clouds looked peaceful, pure and simple. As Amelie. Amelia, Amelia, Amelia. Where are you? I wonder.
After what seems like hours, I sit. People are still leaving the parish hall, I was only a matter of minutes, I'm lying here. I bend my knees to my chin and kiss her on my chest. Looking at the river a breeze of fresh air sweeps through me the salt.
Home. I once called this city. I thought everything would change when I went back to Amelia and shallot, his hometown. I thought we could grow old together somewhere, it was comfortable. I guess that my house may never change I could never even process the thought of being with another woman other than Amelia.
Amelia, Amelia, Amelia, where could it be?
I turned back around my right side to face the river, I see where my boat, and then I look along the river to find my fathers old canal boat. It is not there! My fathers boat should be rested up.