It's comforting, and heart breaking, to know that the night before you married, the last thoughts you had, the last echoing doubts, were about me.

Haunting Shades of Doubts if you were making a mistake. Whether or not you should actually be with me instead of him.

And while you followed through, as everyone expected you to, to know that the thought of me was so powerful, so shaking, it could have undone everything, everything you thought you wanted... Is humbling... Is unctuous.

You really never left, even though, you're gone. You really never stopped being mine, though, now you're his. It never stopped being "Us".