I know you're going to be at my wedding someday. The question is where will you be?
Who will you be?
Maybe you'll be standing at the altar next to me, trembling with anxiety and bliss, with perhaps a tear or two in your eyes. Or maybe in the front row, wondering what it could have been like to be that girl.
I hope wherever and whoever you are, it's because that's the right thing for you to be for me, and me for you.
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