Looking For Love

When I was twenty years old, I met an amazing woman. She was funny, playful, confident, and had the kind of alabaster skin, blonde hair, and deep blue eyes that only Swedish genes can manifest. I was immediately smitten. On a warm June day eighteen months later, I stood inside a church and promised her, in front of our families and friends, that I would love her until the day I died. Not long after making that promise, I found myself praying for a quick and painless death.