You're getting married. Asked me to be in the...
You're getting married. Asked me to be in the wedding. Of course I said yes. I'm planning your bachelor party. Going to fittings. Listening to you talk about forever. Everyone thinks I'm the best friend. The supportive one. The happy one. No one knows I'm dying inside. That every detail is a knife. That I can't breathe. But I'll be there. Front row. Smiling. Watching you marry someone else. Because that's love too.
— — The One Who Gave Up
Enshrined on December 4, 2025 at 07:25 AM UTC