I was fifteen. He was twenty. That was when we first met. I close my eyes and I remember me standing on a balcony one summer day. There was a party filled with lights and people in ball gowns. He made his way through the crowd just to say 'hello.' But I never expected that he would be like Romeo, throwing pebbles, and my captain telling him to stay away from me. I cried on the staircase leading to my room, begging him not to go.

So I sneaked out to the garden to see him but we kept our voices down because we'd be dead if they found us so we escaped the castle for a little while. He was my Romeo and I was a scarlet letter and my captain kept telling him to stay away from me. But he was everything to me and I was begging him to stay.

Our love was difficult and people were trying to tell me how to feel. Then I got tired of waiting. Wondering if he was ever coming around my faith in him was fading.

Seven years later, I was twenty-two and he was twenty-eight, I saw him once again on the outskirts of the outskirts of Vinay del Zexay, and I said: "I've been feeling so alone, save me. I keep waiting for you but you never come." It seemed it was just in my head, I wasn't sure what to think. He knelt down, pulled out a ring, and said: "Marry me, Chris; you'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I really know." Since I was already the captain all I lacked was a white dress. And of course, I said: 'Yes.'