I married James because I knew I would. Two months after he got home from his mission I just knew the same way I knew what a tree was - unquestionable and absolute. I wasn't even in love with him.
I think I knew it because I would not have married him if I felt that I had a choice. Which leads to all sorts of unanswered questions like why him? And what's wrong with me? What did I need to learn?
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