- On the day I was supposed to start forever with the man I thought I loved, someone else walked into my life. It happened in a moment—a look, a feeling I couldn’t explain. I met the love of my life at the worst possible time… on the day I was marrying another man.
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Everyone marries the love of their life, right? Right?… Wrong. But I didn’t know that until my wedding day came.
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Rob and I had been together for six years. We were friends, partners, and lovers. I could not have dreamed of more.
Rob had been my best friend since college. We used to study late together in the library and grab coffee before class.
Then one day, everything shifted, and we became more than friends. We never fought, never yelled.
Our relationship was calm, full of support and trust. It felt easy. Safe. Like home.
When Rob finally proposed, I screamed and jumped like a five-year-old girl getting her favorite toy.
I had known he was going to do it—he’s not the best at hiding surprises—but when it finally happened, I still cried tears of joy.
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Then the big day came. Our wedding. We planned everything down to the smallest detail. No shortcuts, no saving. It had to be just right. It had to be magical.
As I rode in the car to the church, I felt my heart racing. My palms were sweaty, and I kept rubbing them on my dress.
It wasn’t because I was scared of marrying Rob. It was because I was scared something would go wrong.
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Someone would trip, the music would mess up, or I would cry too hard and ruin my makeup.
When I arrived, I noticed the front steps were empty. All the guests must have already gone inside. Then I saw my dad standing there, waiting with a proud smile on his face.
“Well, are you ready, honey?” he asked gently.
“I have always been ready,” I said with a nervous smile.
I slipped my arm through his, and we stepped into the church together. People turned and smiled at me, but I only saw Rob.
And he only saw me. His eyes filled with tears, and mine weren’t far behind. My dad led me down the aisle and gave my hand to Rob.
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“You look absolutely stunning,” Rob whispered.
“You don’t look bad yourself,” I said, trying to hide my nerves with a little joke. He laughed, and it made me feel better.
While the priest spoke, I noticed the photographer. Rob had arranged everything, so I hadn’t seen him before.
But now our eyes met—and something strange happened. I felt a rush inside me, like a wave crashing into my chest. I looked away quickly and turned back to Rob, who smiled warmly at me.
We said our “I do’s,” kissed, and walked back down the aisle as husband and wife. But later, at the celebration, something went wrong.
I stood by the punch bowl, watching it closely. My heart pounded. The photographer walked over and reached for a glass.
I Met the Love of My Life at the Worst Possible Time, on the Day I Was Marrying Another Man — Story of the Day
