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"Before the Aisle Breaks" is a compelling phrase that evokes the anticipation and emotional weight of an impending wedding. It suggests a moment of reflection before two individuals embark on a lifelong journey together. This time before the ceremony is often filled with excitement, introspection, and sometimes even doubt, as couples consider the vows they are about to make. It's a period to cherish the bond they have forged and to contemplate the future they will build together. This phrase could serve as a poignant title for a novel, film, or song exploring themes of love, commitment, and the complexities of relationships. It invites the audience to delve into the nuances of human connection and the transformative power of love.

BAB's: BEFORE THE AISLE BREAKS

A year has passed, and now, I'm about to see her again. Why now? Why, after everything, do I still feel the same? I still love her like before, and I can't stop thinking about the day I kissed her. That day, when he dared me, why did I go through with it? Was it my feelings for her?

She was mine—my fiancée. The night before our wedding, we fought. I still remember that fight. It was the last time I saw her before she disappeared. But now, she's back, and everything about her feels… different.

When I kissed her recently, it was like time had stopped. For a moment, I thought she remembered me, that she still felt the same. But then she turned away, cold and distant. Did she forget me? Or is she pretending?

I've tried to reach her, but she blocked my number. I don't even know how to talk to her anymore. The next day, I saw her on campus—she was in a fight with someone from her group. I stepped in to help because I know her; she wouldn't fight unless she had no choice. Not then, not now.

I found her again by the water, sitting there quietly, lost in her own world. I wanted to talk to her so badly, to say everything I'd been holding back. But as I moved closer, something felt… off. She didn't look at me like she used to. Instead, it felt like she didn't even recognize me, like I was just a stranger passing by.

And then I suddenly asked "Are you alright? " to know what's wrong and "Did something happen?" and also to know what happen in the past.

Before I could say anything else, tears started streaming down her face. She cried so openly, so painfully, like a child seeking comfort. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly as if I could take away whatever was hurting her.

For a moment, I thought I might reach her, so I leaned in, hoping that a kiss might bring back what we had, remind her of us. But she pulled away, her face distant, her eyes cold and hollow. It was like the girl I once knew had vanished, leaving only a hardened shell behind. And she again left me behind.

I wanted to apologize, to ask her why she left, but she disappeared again. Just like before.

For six months, I searched for her. Everywhere. She was gone, like a shadow that slipped away in the night. And after all that searching, after every dead end, I started to think… maybe she didn't love me anymore. Maybe she left because she didn't care. But if that's true, what about the promises we made?

The Other Side