I proposed to Sheila. We had been together for a year and I asked her to marry me: "Be with me Sheila, I bought you a ring, a tiffany ring and I promise to love you all my life, Sheila. I can do anything if I have you by my side. Please, marry me." She looked at me for a long time, silent and eerily so. I could feel the sweat running down my back and then she spoke. "I am sorry my beloved but I don't ever want to get married." Michael wanted a beautiful fairytale life and Sheila was scarred and full of trauma. What happens when they collide?All Rights Reserved
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