When I used to dream about my wedding day, I never pictured a groom. I’d dated Jansen for so long and never once did I imagine him standing at the end of the aisle as I walked toward my future husband. I guess in a way I’d always known there was only one man who truly loved me the way I longed to be loved. I’d been too afraid at the time to admit it was him—but I think I always knew.
