This is my conceptualization: That someday, I’m going to have a wedding, and that you will not be there. That the ring that gets slipped on my finger will be picked out by somebody else and that the people sitting in the front row with eyes brimming and hearts bursting will not be your family members. This is my acceptance of the finite absurdity of knowing that I will someday promise my life to someone who is not you and that I may even be happy to do so. That one day, I’ll see changes and beginnings in a way I never saw them with you.
