Instantly, I realize: This is how Colin would react to me walking down the aisle toward my future husband, whoever he might be. And for some reason, that’s a startling epiphany. Why do I keep swooning over a man who doesn’t, and never will, swoon back? If I want to have any hope of finding my person and being in Kennedy’s shoes one day, then I need to quit reacting like I always do when it comes to Colin, starting now. Once and for all. Yes. What a relief to know my brain has finally gotten the message, loud and clear.
Message received but...
