The hardest part is waiting for the fall.



I am currently in love with, have always been in love with, and will continue to be in love with, my best friend, Bennett Walker Shaw.



In five minutes, my best friend's bride will greet him in a gorgeous white gown with forever on her lips. Except that bride won't be me.



Moments like these force you to look at your life a little closer.



At twelve-years-old, he and I promised to always be there for each other. But in our childlike optimism we didn't understand the frail, tattered string of time. How people change. How families fall apart. How sometimes we fall apart too.



I could try to pinpoint where our mess started, but I'm not sure where I'd land in our patchwork timeline.



Maybe it's best to go back to the beginning. Back to when the meaning of love was simply defined by a small town theme park and that beautiful, messy-haired boy.