Introduction

"So. Carla Connor. Will you take this ring as a token of our engagement?"

Here I was again. Proposal number Eight. Engagement number Five.

But this was different. So different. This was Nick. As I stand there in the middle of The Bistro I feel relieved. I feel free.

Nick is everything I want. All I will ever want. All I will ever need. He is unlike the others.

I am moving on with Nick. I know he is for keeps. This is the only engagement that has ever truly felt right.

I am a pro at spotting the flaws now. I am also educated and aware enough to see that Nick has none. Me and him together have none.

As I move on I am forced to look back. I remember them all. Paul, Tony, Frank, Peter. I am able to see where it all went wrong. How it was all cursed from beginning. How me and Nick are not.