...this feelin' insiiiiiiide.

Yeah. Sorry.  I must be channelling Elton John this morning.  Earlier I felt the need to wear stupid glasses and hump a man. Odd.

What's really funny, though?  In all seriousness?

The feeling you get when someone you dated for a year and a half comes up to you and gives you a big hug, smelling like you remember, feeling like you remember, hugging you so gently like you remember....and you have to say "congratulations on getting married this weekend."

That was me - last night. 

It was a mix of 'thank god it's not me' and 'why is it not me?'  A mix of 'I hope you're happy' and 'why couldn't we be happy?'  I don't regret leaving him.  I'm quite happy with that choice.  But then, you can't help but wonder - what went wrong?

Could it be that he was immature and unfaithful and guarded and waaaay too secretive? 

Yeah...that coulda been it.

Really, though? Congrats on your marriage, in case you ever read this.  It's a little bittersweet knowing you will be walking down the aisle tomorrow.  I wouldn't have married you.  But it would have meant something special to me to get the chance to tell you no.