(Sometimes you get stories from ideas, from pictures, from moments. Sometimes you get stories from Taylor Swift. It’s just the way it goes.)
Smile serenely as the priest says the words, and chuckle quietly (if you can, laugh heartily) as your two best friends share a conspiratorial smile and glare at everyone in the little church – but not too much.
When the ceremony is over, clap with mirth, and shake their hands. If you must, linger a bit – bathe in that person’s smile, that person’s touch – but not too long.
At the reception, give the greatest speech in your life – about him, about her – but not too well.
Finally, drown yourself in liquor until you accept the truth.
It’s too late now.