“Misty Everette, will you marry me again? This time, with your friends, my family, and hundreds of other guests. I know you won’t let me buy you one, so I want to help you make the perfect dress. One so long we need four people to hold the train. I want to scream in front of a crowd that I love you with every ounce of my being and that I am the lucky fucker who gets to keep you.”
