In order to prove his heart, he stayed up all night and drew this sketch with one stroke according to my preference.
Funny how time blurs even the most solemn promises, how new love erases the old. I was about to toss everything into the trash when Mark walked in. When he saw that I wasn't cooking, his expression was a bit unhappy. He mockingly laughed after looking down and seeing the wedding sketches in my hands.
"This is the tacky nonsense you came up with after a whole day?" he scoffed. "It's ugly and outdated—just like you. I wouldn't mind if I were stingy, but stop embarrassing me with your penny-pinching. Honestly, I should have Chloe handle the choices. Her taste is way better than yours."
He had forgotten our promises and discarded the memories. Without a word, I tossed the sketch—and, with it, every remaining piece of our past—into the trash.