I’m scared. Not because the girl standing under the chuppah in a puffy white dress has left me, but for her
She called me and told me he was going to propose
You saw me crying at her chuppah and rubbed my arm. You told me not to worry, my time will come.
You even told me that instead of crying, I should just choose a guy and marry him and not make the whole thing so complicated.
Okay, you didn’t actually say that, but your eyes did.
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