To my dearest friend.
We’ve been through it all together. Starting in primary school, right up until now, in our thirties.
I know your hopes, dreams and wishes. I know what you are thinking, even when you are polite enough not to tell me.
I know you want my life. It’s okay. I know you aren’t jealous of me. I understand you are happy for me, and want me to have everything I have. I know that feeling eating inside of you is something different.
Since you were a little girl you've been planning your wedding. The plans have become more elegant and less glitter-bombesque as you've aged, but I know those plans are solid. I know that when I got married five years ago, it was the hardest thing for you to be a part of. I am thankful, that as my best friend, you said nothing. Instead, you were my rock in a raging sea of plans, opinions and family/friend/great Aunt feuds.
I know at the time you wished you were the one in the white dress, picking the flowers for the bouquet, saying "I do".
Now, I find myself living your next dream.