Trust in the Shadows

of caps and gowns, proud families, and tearful goodbyes. The exhilaration of accomplishment intertwined with the poignant awareness that this was the end

lient than ever before. We spent our time exploring the city, discovering new places, and rediscovering ourselves in the process. The past, though not entirely forg

g the crowd of people that are around with their family and friends. The air in the environment was

he beach, the conversation flowing easily between us. Makky had been unus

ouldn't help but gasp. He looked up at me, his eyes shining with emotion, and with a voice that wavered with

ealing power of forgiveness, and the enduring hope of a future together. My heart swelled with a joy so profound that it threatened to b

my voice thick with emotion

ad spent months choosing, a symbol of his love, and his commitment to me. In that moment, as he r

his arms wrapped securely around me. At that moment, I was the happiest woman in the world,

here were joyous moments as we shared the news. The responses were a mix of happiness, congratulations, and well wishes. Everybody was happy with this decision, even Sandra, she was ha

as the date drew nearer, I noticed an uneasy shadow, an inner turmoil that I couldn't fully explain. My

wedding jitters, a common response to the magnitude of the commitment. I c

masterpiece of lace and silk, was finally ready, and all seemed perfect. But the nagging unease remained, a subtle tremor beneath the surface of my excitement. There

m. He doted on me, showered me with affection, and was the perfect fiancé. I saw

nxieties, a consequence of the magnitude of the decision. I would often call Sandra, and she would convince me that this was nothing to worry about, t

izziness washed over me. I managed to grip my feet to the ground as a result of the

Dad asked, concern

ile. "Just a bit ov

rified. That night, I couldn't sleep. My mind was racing, my thoughts

n me that was screaming for attention. I sat on the edge of my bed, co