I thought I knew everything about Clara, the woman I was going to marry. She had this quiet, grounding presence that made chaos feel calm. We met in a used bookstore, bonded over a Murakami novel, and fell into a life filled with gentle routines and loud love. After two years of laughter, support, and shared dreams, I proposed. We planned a wedding, met each other’s families, and she often spoke about her grandparents with such affection that I couldn’t wait to meet them.
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