365 weddings. 365 statements of “I choose you.” 365 reconciliations with “You choose me.”

You choose me.

You choose me even when I don’t choose me. And it feels like there are three of us. You, me, and this sad girl who won’t let us love her.

Those nights, all three of us go to bed lonely.

Tomorrow, we will try again. Maybe this time, just you and me.