“I’m sorry, my son. You aren’t the first young man to be left at the altar and you won’t be the last. It isn’t your fault. It just wasn’t meant to be…”
'“I told ya she’d never marry the likes of you. She up and left ya, didn’t she? She up and left us all, forever, and it’s all your fault. None of this would have happened if not for you!”'
'''I never saw her again. I never heard from her. I never knew where she ended up. Or if she was happy. I always expected she would come back someday. My last memory of her is of that last picnic in Mr. Starcher’s barn, the night before…'''