I remember when I blurted out at your wedding to your new husband "what took you so long?" And you looked at each other like I said the most awful thing. I felt guilty like that wasn't the right time or place. But looking back, I was fucking right on point. If you loved each other so much why did it take you TWELVE years to make it official? I knew I wanted to marry my husband five months in and couldn't wait to do it. Guess just shows how broken you are. I used to be so jealous that you had each other that whole time while I bounced from short-term relationship to friend with benefit to blind date after blind date to losing my virginity to a sexual predator to a string of one-night-stands. The journey here almost killed me many, many nights as I stewed in my own self-hatred. But you will never know the feeling of euphoria of letting love consume you whole until hatred has NO place in your heart anymore.