I want to say that I’m happy for you because I am, but I can’t seem to say the words.

All I can do is cry.

All I can do is look at your smile on my phone.

All I can do is close my eyes and hold onto what once was.

She’s pretty.

She kind of looks like me—brown hair with a huge smile.

And you look like the man I imagined you’d look like on this day—handsome with my favorite wrinkles under your eyes.

You look good.

You look happy.

That little curl of yours I love so much is on point.

While today is hard and tomorrow likely will be too, I want you to know that

even though you picked someone else,

that even though that someone else isn’t me,

I do wish you the very best in life with your new wife.

I hope you have kids like you wanted.

I hope you grow old singing Johnny Cash and driving Betsy around.

I hope your wife makes you happy because a soul like yours should be just this.

May you dance.

May you continue to eat Cheerios out of the box at midnight.

May you live the life you always talked about.

Love,

Rebecca

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