Marriage. You also fantasized about them when you were a child, you wanted yours to be wonderful, perfect - if that's possible.

But most importantly, you wanted to marry someone you are very sure of. Because marriage is no trial and error. Once you chose to marry, you stay whatever happens.

"Will you marry me?" your boyfriend asked you.

You hesitated, not once, not twice but many times. How can you marry someone you practically just met? You've only been dating for a year; how can he be so sure?

I mean for sure he's a boyfriend material, he's fun to be with and he always choose you over everything, but you don't think he was that.

He smiled, waiting for your answer. Him. You remembered again. Your highschool love, your supposedly 'one and only' the only guy who knows when you needed a hug, the only one who stood by you whenever you had a breakdown that guy, but he left you.

"I—" you sadly looked at him, he must've known your answer.

But then you thought, why not? Maybe if you gave him a chance, he could be better than him. That maybe, you needed this to distract yourself.

"I'll marry you" you smiled at him, even after all the hesitations you chose this.

It should've been him; it should've been you, Hendery.