Last winter I was to get married until something tragic happened. My too be wife, a beautiful woman with long, shiny, brown hair, had been with me for eight years and we loved each other very much. On January 11th, 20XX we were hours from being married. A stranger had shown up at the Church and we just assumed he was another guest's friend so we payed no mind. He had short blond hair and a goatee, he also wore a flannel shirt. He looked like a douche-bag and sure enough he was.
I left to go to the bathroom and came back to see he was talking to my too be wife. She looked towards me as to say not to worry. My brother called for me to come and help him with the food. I finished setting up each table and called everyone to come and eat. Everyone flooded in but I couldn't find my girlfriend. I looked all around for her but she was nowhere. I finally checked outside and to my horror I saw her with the douche-bag.
They were on his motorcycle with her straddling his back. They began speeding away. My love... gone. Where did you come from. Where did you go. Where did you come from Cotton Eye Joe