I know that you are getting sick of hearing about cakes, dresses, a gift for my groom, wedding night sex, hair styles, shoes, cold feet, bikini waxes, all of it. I know that you are sick of hearing about it. You never tell me though. Instead you listen to me worry, you give me great, and not so great advice.
Maybe I didn't like you when I first saw you but I love you now. That's what counts, right?! Seriously, I haven't always been the most kosher person. You never judged me. If you did, you did it way secretly. *laughs* You have never asked me to change or alter who I am. Look what study groups, suck up soft cookies, and grande caramel frapps led to! I don't think very many people like you exist. I'm really lucky to have you in my life during this super special time. I hope that you are going to become a permanent fixture.
I hope that together we experience graduations, your wedding(not to the man in the alley who makes you do that unspeakable thing that you dont know you'll actually do because you haven't experienced it!), babies, redecorating, first days of school, anniversaries, all of that cheesy stuff.
First, we've got to get through Decemember. Are you ready? I'm warning you, it'll get worse before it gets better.
I love you.
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