My name is Mike. 42 years young and single. I’ve never made a girlfriend for my whole life to keep myself pure. I'm not exactly tall or fit, and my hairline's been receding, but I am definitely above average compared to most guys. I’m a senior manager at an esteemed company, and I think my team admires my leadership. Although I'm an established man, sometimes, I feel like there's no one to talk to. It's not like I am lonely. I'm just... tired. My chest feels cold. Recently, I've been noticing someone. Her name is Nancy. I've always thought that she's a nice, warm person. She has long blonde hair and beautiful deep blue eyes. She used to work as an intern and now she's a full-time junior associate in my department. Every morning, I reach her and give her some cash to buy me a cup of coffee. She gets a cup too, my treat. She smiles at me and says good morning. I find her to be more caring and thoughtful when it comes to any matter that's related to me. She is clearly into me. We never had a chance to talk to each other but I feel like I just know her, and I'm certain she feels the same way. We are meant to be together. This morning, I heard a sad news. I hear her talking to her colleagues. She says she's applying for a new position at this other company. This cannot be. I decide to get married to Nancy tonight. It will be done inside of my mind. This wedding must go on before she leaves me. Late night at the same day, I close my eyes and start my wedding. There is Nancy wearing a gorgeous white dress. I wear a black tuxedo. All the guests are sleeping on their chair. I’m sure they must be tired, it’s late night. Here comes the wedding march song. I’m walking toward Nancy but the floor is icy and slippery. Hard to walk but I must go on. It's snowing beautifully, inside of the eye of a storm. It's so quiet, no one can stop my wedding. Some guests are swept away by the windstorm. They are flying around us. They don’t seem to care, they are still in their sleep. This Wedding must go on. I’m so happy.