Emily Taylor

**Diary Entry:** I always imagined my wedding day—the white dress, the flower crown, the shiver down

There was no wedding. The groom never arrived to meet his bride. How many little girls dream from childhood

Before the wedding, he carried me in his arms, but after—it was as if he fell out of love. When I first

Before the wedding, he carried me in his arms—afterwards, it was as if he’d fallen out of love.

When I married Anthony, I thought everything would fall into place. We were young, in love, full of dreams.

Before we got married, he treated me like a queen—afterwards, it was as if he’d fallen out of love.

Sometimes it feels like I’m losing my son—not in body, but in spirit. He’s fading before my eyes, his

When I married Anthony, I thought everything would fall into place. We were young, in love, full of plans.

When I married Anthony, I thought everything would fall into place. We were young, in love, full of plans.

After her wedding, I didn’t lose my mum—just the person who once meant the world to me. I’m twenty-five.