Runaway Bride

“Will you, Jeremy Andre, have this woman to be thy wedded wife, to live together after God’s ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt the love her, comfort her, honor her, and keep her, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all other, keep thee only unto her, so long as you both live?”

“Yes, father.”

“Will you, Savannah Amber, have this man to be thy wedded husband, to live together after God’s ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt the love him, comfort him, honor him, and serve him, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as you both live?”

I look at my groom, his eyes are full of hope.
I look at the priest, confused for what’s taking me too long to answer.
This is not what I want. I did not wish to have this wedding. I’m tired of this life.

And that’s when I started to run away, from the priest, my groom, my dad and all the guests. I run away from the life I used to have.
And that’s when I became, the runaway bride.