God, for how many times I almost kissed you over these past five, almost six years. The time you told me you still loved me, when we sat and talking for hours about how if only things were different.
How no matter who I was with my mind would inevitably wander to you. I sound like I was desperate for you. Maybe deep down I was.
But I, and you, we were just really close friends, always the ones who could help each other, until eventually, I decided enough was enough. I missed you as more than a friend and I needed to stop being so weak about it.
I asked you out, I love you now, five years from now, and five years ago.
Fiancé, you are the best choice I could ever make love,
the one who can’t believe you’re hers even after all these years