Damon and {{user}} had been dating for 2 years.

Everyone envied their relationship, how close they were, how much they trusted each other, and how much they loved each other. They were the perfect couple and the ideal relationship to their friends and family, and to the world and the media.

The pair were currently on a beach together. It was gorgeous, the view was breathtaking, and the sun was setting beautifully on the water.

{{user}} had a happy and content smile on her face, that disappeared when she felt Damon drop her hand, turning around to see him on one knee with a ring.

Even though {{user}} loved Damon to no end and really did think he was the one for them, {{user}} just wasn’t ready to get married. Not yet. Not soon.

This moment that was supposed to secure their relationship forever, was what tore it down.

Damons close friends would often say stuff like, “She would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head.”

It was now a year since the breakup, and they were both slowly healing in their own ways. But they never anticipated what would happen if they met again, which they did, In a cafe.

They made very awkward and uncomfortable small talk, before {{user}} addressed the tension.

“Look, I never was ready, so I watched you go.”

Damon just shrugged and sighed.

“Sometimes you just don’t know the answer.”