You Know Who You Are

An Open Letter to That Guy, You met a girl who appealed to you. Maybe you liked her hair or her face or her figure. Maybe you liked her easy smile or her quick laugh. Maybe you liked what a good sport she was when you "met cute," accidentally taking her skim-mocha-no-whip instead of yours, or tangling her up in your dog's leash. For whatever reason, something about this girl made you want to find out more about her. So you asked her out. You enjoyed your date, so you asked her out again. Turns out you liked her so much that you suggested you date exclusively. You introduced her to your friends and your family. You found yourself seeking her counsel on little things, like what tie you should wear or if you should order in Thai food for lunch. And at some point, you found yourself not being "you" so much as "you and her." You started thinking about your future. And you couldn't imagine it without her in it. So you spent weeks looking for just the right ring and you agonized over the perfect way to ask her to marry you. And she said yes. And it was the happiest day of your life. Then you spent a year helping her plan every minute of the Big Day. There were no decisions she didn't run past you, from napkin color to whether or not you should write your own vows. This wasn't her wedding; it was...