It was at the age of eighteen when we promised that we'd marry each other if we never found anyone else, but we never thought such a thing would happen – we were in love. We were so young and clueless about life, love, and each other back then – or maybe I was the only one who was clueless. We knew nothing about those few things while making this promise of ours that will soon be broken. We broke up after dating for two years, but we both weren't sad – or at least that's what I kept telling myself. It's been over five years since I've last seen or talked to him. I'm almost twenty­five and I'm getting married to someone whom I'd fallen in love with and it's not the one I promised to marry